After getting the car dug out of the snow, I flew out of Baltimore on Monday and I’m now back in the Keys, Marathon, to be exact. Michele will follow that path February 8th and man, will it ever be great to be together again on El Camino. Paradise is just not the same without her in it. Ok, back to the snow.
You would assume that a large joint base such as Andrews Air Force Base would have the capabilities to clear all the roads after a snow storm such as the one that hit this weekend. You would assume wrong. Halfway through the storm, a backhoe came through and made one pass down the street and that was it. Never saw another attempt to clear the road after that. When the snow finally stopped, a guy in a Jeep made several trips up and down the street, making tracks and trying to pack the snow down. This guy was the hero of the day! Without those tracks no way would I have made my flight on Monday and most of the rest of the neighborhood would have been stuck as well. Even with the tracks, it was still dicey as to whether we could make it out or not. Michele was worried we may get stuck, after all he was in a Jeep and we were going to try and make it in a Fusion. I gave it a 80% chance of success, but I’m an optimist.
Monday morning came and it was time leave or get stuck trying. The neighbors asked us if we were really going to go for it, we said yes, and they kinda shook their heads and wished us luck. Joseph and his wife Bo had snow shovels ready just in case. I eased the car out from it’s snow cocoon and lined her up on the street. Working the throttle as if an egg was under the pedal we started down the road. The spot I was really worried about was an almost 90 degree turn about midway down the street. I figured if we made that then we were home free. Entering the turn, the tires began to slip a little and then bite a little, alternating between traction and no traction. Our hopes of getting through were alternating in time with the slips and grabs. We finally made it through the corner and up the street where we stopped before the main road. I turned and looked at Michele and said “piece of cake baby.” And being her prudent self and bringing me back down to earth, said, “we still have to make the airport in time”. And we did, with time left over.
Back in Marathon I was never so glad to see 65 degrees and rain. And, even stuck inside today because of the rain is so much better then digging and shoveling snow. No contest. The pictures below I took from the plane and apologize in advance for the not so clear shots. The window was dirty or foggy or something.