Phil and I decided to take a weekend trip back to VT. So did a record snow storm.
We managed to escape before the worse part of it hit NOVA, and the highways were kept clean for most of the trip. However, we did have to go through some pretty bad sections of the storm:
For the very first time since the marquee sign was installed! No manager’s special today!
Virginia is full of farms but certain things just aren’t that visible when the world is not covered in white. The black moo moo cows, for example, were everywhere! Poor cows must be freezing!
Our return trip began a whole day after the snowing stopped. Great. Now the roads were perfectly clean and the sky was bright and clear:
We had assumed that the closer to civilization, the better the road condition would be. After all, the rich NOVA people have all the money and expectation to keep things under control, right?
Wroooong… the closer to DC, for some reason, the worse it became. The stretch of I-66 around Manassass/Fairfax averaged about 2 accidents per mile. It was crazy! We saw an H2 with the hood poped open from a collision, and watched a Camry spinning in circles until it hit another car sideways on the shoulder. Lots of trucks, pickups, and cars trapped on the shoulder or the median. Here’s a rather strange situation with black slush flooding onto the road:
I also expected the nation’s capital to be maintained with the same diligent snow shovelers as NYC… wrooong again! The streets were almost not drivable! We need more illegal immigrants!