Today, we were going to travel home from our Christmas visit to Ordinary Spouse’s parents.
Then winter storm Hercules came trucking down I-80.
We tried to leave, but things looked bad almost immediately. We couldn’t even get enough traction to turn out of the subdivision. And within a couple of miles, we decided to abort the 400 mile trip, because the forecasts hinted at nastiness all the way from Indiana to Pennsylvania. Five miles and thirty minutes later, we were back where we started.
So we spent the day inside playing cornhole. Hooray for Christmas presents!
We’ll try this trip again tomorrow.