Did you miss me? I’ve been busy this week. Click on the photo to see the terrifyingly large picture of my drive through the mountains.
411: Somewhere in the Berkshires, halfway to Albany, NY.
Listening to: Whatever is playing on my iPod is being drowned out by the sound of my tires slushing through snow.
7am: I’m headed to see a new vendor today in Albany, NY. Knowing my luck with airports, and knowing I enjoy driving alone, I say to hell with it, and decide to drive the 3 1/2 hour trip.
7:05am: It’s pouring rain, but the windshield wipers are working great, and I don’t have to make a lot of turns. I basically just drive on one highway to get there.
8am: Hm, it’s snowing like a motherfucker. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea. But I’m already an hour out, if I turn back now it’ll all be for nothing.
8:15am: I am no longer driving or steering. The car is basically ‘skiing’. I turn the wheels back and forth, constantly oscillating the car’s nose from 11 o’clock to 1 o’clock position.
8:45am: There are almost no other cars on the road. Occasionally when I’m passing, or when I’m being passed, I have to keep careful hold on the car. Should it hit a patch of unplowed snow (hell it’s all unplowed) I’ll find myself sliding back and forth into the other cars lane.
I discover than when I change lanes there’s a patch of thick unplowed snow along the dotted white line that’s higher than the snow in my lane. As I change lanes, the car skids heavily on the extra tall slushy snow.
9am: I’ve passed the halfway point and am somewhere in the Berkshires. No point going back now. I pass a cliff face where water pouring down has frozen in place, creating a beautiful frozen scene with a powerful deep blue, like the one I saw in the Hope diamond. I debate stopping and taking a photo, and think better of it. I’m certain to be struck and killed by a snowplow.
9:15am: I finally see my first snowplow. It’s a fearsome beast. It’s got two plows on the front and takes up almost both lanes. A semi and I have to drive on the shoulder to pass. I quickly grab the photo you see above.
10am: I hit NY. I’ve made it. Now to avoid getting stuck in the last 10 minutes…