Guys, if I can give you any piece of advice it is this:  listen to your wife.

I wanted to make the hour and a half trip to see my mother.  We hadn’t seen her since Christmas for one.  For two, that means the wee one hasn’t seen her either and little dudes need their grandma time.  For three, my large frame had to haul Christmas decorations and fake trees back up to the attic.  For four and final, I wanted to find some more eBay stuff.  I have clothes, books, and so much more collected here that I’m going to sell to any and all of you.  Big things to get done.

However, snow.

Oh sure.  I’ve lived in upstate and northern New York most of my life.  9 times out of 10 when the weather man predicts the blizzard event of the life time its clear skies.  When the news gave a warning.  When my wife gave a warning.  When her mother gave a warning.  I ignored them all.  Nah, it will be fine.  We’ll drive through all of this no problem.

Then we were in the middle of this on Friday.

This was the clearest the roads were on our entire journey.  Took an hour longer than it should have.  I drifted into a snow bank.  We had to avoid snow plows in the other direction.  Visibility was down to my hood.  This was one of the worst drives of my entire life.

If only I listened to my wife.  We wouldn’t have made the drive.  All would be well and happy in the world.

Now to do it again.

Also, it could have been worse.  We could have been caught in this.  Picture taken on I-81 just south of Watertown.  40 cars.  No deaths or serious injuries.