The weather here in the great Pacific Northwest has been pretty bleak the last couple of days, with snow moving in Monday night (as seen on Monday Night Football, as the Seattle Seahawks were the host team for the game.) Now, I've lived in Montreal and Philadelphia, both of which get ten times the snow we get here. The problem is that the authorities here are completely unprepared for even the lightest dusting of snow. I actually went out to a pub to watch MNF with friends, actually just the first half. It wasn't snowing when I got there at 5:45 pm. By half-time, around 7:30, about an inch of snow had fallen. And thus began the great "getting home adventure."
I had eight miles to go, and it took five hours to get home. The last three took three hours. The final thrust was the drive up Kent's east hill on Kent-Kangley road. It's two lanes each way and there were randomly abandoned vehicles in each lane on the way up the hill. So we had a convoy doing about ten mph weaving around the dead cars. Fun stuff. What with taking last week off because of the Thanksgiving holiday, I haven't actually driven to work in almost two weeks.
And after all that, the weather forecast calls for more snow this afternoonduring the afternoon commute. Oh joy.