Snow Squall Plus Nighttime Driving Equal T-E-R-R-O-R

The day had been busy and fairly productive.

A couple of times, a thank you went up to Martin Luther King for the "free" day. 

About 8 p.m., we had to drive a friend home to a fairly remote area of the county, kind of at the top of a steep incline.  My hubs agreed to come with me, which turned out to be a very good thing, indeed.

After dropping our friend off, we began the trek home. Boy, it turned out to be a terrifying trek.

At first, random raindrops pelted the car windshield.  Then, snow started coming down, hard and furious.  

 Squinting my eyes, it was getting harder and harder to see in front of us. Wind whipped snow from small banks along the deserted road.  Gusts hit the sides of our car like frozen ghosts.

We were in the middle of a major snow squall and it was N-O-T  P-L-E-A-S-A-N-T.

I gripped the steering wheel and shifted into second gear. All I could think of was driving off the road into some ravine in the forest.  Who would know where we were?  Would we be found? Would we freeze to death?

Yeah, see?  When facing a fearful situation, my thoughts fail to calm me down.

"Put on your high beams, your high beams," the hubs said. (Uh, rather loudly.) Putting on the high beams made visibility even more impossible. They just illuminated the millions of snowflakes filling the freezing winter night.

The trip down that mountain was one I would not want to ever repeat.  We finally inched back to civilization at 25 mph.  Seeing street lights, even clouded by snow, felt like winning the lottery.

By the time we crunched into our driveway, my blood pressure must have climbed to dangerous levels.

Stepping out of the car on rather shaky legs, I took a deep breath and the cold outside air actually felt good. It was quite a relief from the car heater that had been blasting the windshield.

Flannel sheets and a soft pillow sounded like a great idea. Then I could dream of spring and these:

ARE YOU AFRAID TO DRIVE IN WINTER?