We had some great snow today! I love the snow.
But I would definitely rather play in it than drive in it.
And unfortunatley, I don't get any "snow days" off of work. This is Utah, after all.
So it was pretty nerve-wracking driving the 22 miles to American Fork.
The drive went well, even though it was pretty deep on the roads. But I guess the
trouble with traveling in the snow isn't so much the driving as it is the stopping.
Apparently you need about 100 yards to make a complete stop at an intersection in the
It's funny how, in times like these, so many thoughts go through your head in such a short amount of time:
"This is it! My first accident, and it's going to be all my fault!"
"Not at Christmas!"
"Turn the wheel!"
"It won't work!"
"Is there a fine for hitting a stop sign?"
"How deep is that gutter? Is it a ditch?"
"I'll never get out of it!"
"Wow! What do you know? Nothing happened!"
When I finally did stop, I was about a foot past the rear of the car in front of me. If I had hit it, it would have been a hard one. They probably had no clue about the little drama going on behind them.
So I drove the rest of the way home with a prayer of thanks in my heart.
When I came home, I said to Jim : "Come outside and look at the big dent in the car" (as his heart stops) "that isn't there."