If the news hasn’t started using that catch phrase, then I am going too.
January 10 & 11 of 2007 the snow started falling in Seattle. It was no where near as bad as the big snow storm in 1997, yet worse then the snow fall in 2001.
All was perfectly fine up until … 6:30pm on the 10th. Traffic was moving, but slowly, and then the ice started falling along with the snow. In literally minutes, the road was slick and if you dared get any speed and then press on your breaks, the car would slide. I was less then a quarter of a mile from my house and went another 200 feet, where we finally had to leave the car and walk the rest of the way home.
For a nifty recap of the adventure of trying to get home on the 10th, read my review with a nifty map of my adventure.
Getting my car home was an adventure in itself. It took an hour and a half to navigate the hills around my house and find the only way I wouldn’t slide out of control, down a hill, to get the car safely back in to the driveway. The distance from my house to where I had to leave the car … probably a a couple thousand feet. The distance I had to cover to get the car to the driveway, several … several … miles and a whole lot of back tracking and attempts on small hills. Accidents while attempting this feat, zero. Close calls, many.
Next time it snows? I’m staying home!