Jim and I are happy and relieved to be in St Louis surrounded by family, old memories and the sweet smells of Christmas. The road trip part though was hard this year. Or should I just say, more of an adventure than usual. Day 1 got off to a slow start because we had to drop our bird off out in Fairport and wind our way through a snowing rush hour to I-39O. We plotted a more southerly route to avoid the bad lake-effect snows between Cleveland and east of Buffalo. The route down through New York and Pennsylvania was lovely but slow, adding 12O miles to the usual 8OO-mile trip. We bunked in Mansfield Ohio for the night.
We thought Day 2 would be smooth cruising down to Columbus and across I-7O to StL. But west of Indianapolis we hit the ice. 1OO miles of black ice. We almost gave in to find a hotel room near Terra Haute, when everyone ahead of us pulled off the exit. But one bus stayed on the highway. So we did too.
By the time we reached Effingham Illinois there had been a lot of F-ing. All you can do really is proceed slow and steady [and provide a lot of good and well-appreciated :-] coaching to your driver-buddy]. The scenery was apocalyptic, with lots of cars and tractor-trailers in the ditches. Flashing lights of emergency vehicles.
After Effingham we were able to pick up speed… Till we hit the icy thunderstorm deluge about 5O miles from our destination. More f-ing. We arrived on Juniata St about 4, to the welcome arms of my mom and the aroma of a roast in the oven. And a wee cup of wine for me.