My alarm was set for 4:45 this morning. I turned it off and reluctantly moved from the warmth of my bed to the ice palace that is my bedroom. Then I looked outside. Not good. I was supposed to be driving 600 kilometres south to my mom's home in Spokane to help her with some things she needs to get done before she moves into a senior living residence next month. In a rare outbreak of accuracy the weather forecast had been spot on. We were in the middle of a blizzard.
I am a glass half-full kind of person (well, except for that awful day earlier this week). I looked out at the swirling snow and decided it would probably ease up by the time I got down the hill and out onto the Trans-Canada. I packed up the car and headed out.
I gripped the steering wheel and put the Subaru in low gear. Did I mention it is a steep hill? As I merged onto the Trans-Canada it was clear things weren't any better on the main highway. At that point I should have admitted defeat, turned around and gone back up the hill. Instead, I gripped the steering wheel even tighter and told myself it surely couldn't stay like this for long.
It turns out I was right, it didn't stay that way. It got worse. I felt like I was in some sort of nightmarish snow globe where the instructions were to "continue shaking until the car goes into the ditch." But I kept going. (This is the part where eternal optimism was beginning to border on delusion.) Right up until I went to use my windshield wiper fluid, which had been topped up yesterday in anticipation of the trip. Nothing. I tried again. Still nothing.
I will confess I had been a tiny bit nervous up to this point. Mild thoughts of turning around and going home might even have flitted through my mind. But no windshield washer fluid?! I skipped scared and moved directly to terrified. If a transport truck passed me and left a combination of muck and snow on my windshield I was going to be in serious trouble. I turned around and drove back to where I should never have left in the first place - home.
I will attempt the trip South of 49 again tomorrow. In the meantime the cup half-full part of me realizes I just landed on Free Parking. I have a whole day with nothing to do. Of course, I could never just do nothing. There will be some knitting, there will be some reading, and there has already been some baking.
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