Snowed out

I am still in Fairborn at The Redoubt because the route back to Kendallville is a hazardous trek through counties with various levels of travel restriction levels. I suggested people send me pictures of the driveway, but they did not, so I am adhering to the adage that ignorance is bliss.

Shipshewana had 16-18″ of snow. Of course, that doesn’t include the drifts which were especially bad on East/West roads. The county road where the house is, is an old Indian trail running from Defiance, Ohio to White Pigeon, Michigan and it’s pretty much east to west.
Hwy 30 going into Fort Wayne is East/West and, oh, there were white-out conditions.

Here in Fairborn, we lucked out, getting rain and spitting snow, but then it stopped and the roads didn’t freeze – at least those that are covered with layers of salt. Everyone was prepared for the base to close on Monday, but there wasn’t even a delay. It looked as if I could just hop in the car and go home. Well, I could have hopped in the car and headed north, but more than likely, I would have wound up sitting in a fast food parking lot somewhere, waiting out the road clearing process.

So here I sit, all warm and cozy. Der Bingle, by the way is on the way to the airport to try to get to San Diego, BUT he is to change flights in Detroit and that ain’t good. Flights are being delayed and he may make it to Detroit and no farther. I honestly feel guilty about sitting here. He’s flown in bombers over enemy territory, and cargo planes across the Pacific and countless commercial flights for our family. And not only the flying, the dashing through airports, the long delays . . . Thank you, Der Bingle.