Do you ever have those days were you feel like you are in another universe? Like someone dropped you into the twilight zone? Today was one of those days for us.
Our travel plans were on hold due to the blizzard in Virginia. We woke up to sunshine on Sunday and checked Virginia's 511 website- an awesome resource. They have live traffic cameras up and down all the interstates. Things looked good. A few patches of snow left in Shenandoah area, but it should be cleared before we get there. We all had peace about the decision and decided the kids and I would launch at 9am. The trip takes just over 8 hours and we would be able to make it before dark.
The first couple hours went great. The roads were clear and driving was easy. The biggest threat was all the fools driving with a foot of snow and ice on their cars- not at all funny or festive- it's illegal! and can be deadly. It is no fun being hit by a 5 by 7 foot sheet of ice on the interstate. I hope VA police start ticketing for it like other states are doing. And as if that's not bad enough, another fool had the snow, ice, a mattress, and boxspring on top of his SUV! It all flew off and hit those of us behind him. I'm happy to say I have good brakes and mattresses are forgiving.
We made it to Roanoke and were getting on I-81. Have you ever been driving on an 8-lane highway when suddenly traffic
in your lanes is driving toward you!! It was insane! Turns out 81 was closed from an accident and backed up for 22 miles, so people were bailing and driving back down toward the city. Several of us pulled next to each other to brainstorm ideas, but didn't get very far. We headed back and stopped for lunch and help with directions. We found an alternate route on Hwy 11. Unfortunately there are 3 Hwy 11s at that point. We took one and 15 minutes later were back at the same McDonalds. Aargh. Gotta hate that.
We were headed in the right direction and finally moving north. We were cruising along in the lead, with ten others behind us- watching the standstill on 81 and happy to not be in it. All of a sudden there was a sign Road Ends in 500ft. The highway?! Sure enough, right in someone's front yard. What in the world?! Now we had to u-turn on a dime in the 2 feet of snow. We all got out and threw up our hands. We decided to head back to the nearest gas station. The sweet lady at the BP said Hwy 11 crossed over 81 and became Jeff Davis Hwy a few miles back, but there are no signs for it. So nice of them. Back on track again and making progress. I was amazed how few cars there were... then we stopped. For traffic? accident? no.... there were 3 camels crossing the road. Seriously!
Off to find baby Jesus, I presume.
After another hour we rounded a bend to be met by a man in sweats in the middle of the road telling everyone to turn around- road closed. Now what? I pulled into the gas station to talk to the sweet young man shoveling the lot by hand. He pointed behind us and said just take that little road there to Hwy 340 and when you get to the Target, follow signs to 81N. Turns out 340 had not been cleared yet and had almost 3 feet of snow.
So we spent the next half hour sledding in the van. I was so thankful at this point that I know how to drive in it. (Dad, thanks for all those skidding lessons in the empty lots in MD.) I have to say it was absolutely beautiful, though I do not envy the hundreds of people I saw all day shoveling their mile long driveways and buried mailboxes.
We made it to the end and were on 64W to catch 81. Unfortunately, they only plowed a tiny lane down 64 and it wasn't ours. Traffic was at a complete standstill. This is the area were the humvees evacuated people from their cars last night. I'm starting to see our pending fate. We were sitting on the snow, car in park, surrounded by hundreds, the humvees rolling down the middle, and the sun setting around us. It started to hit me that we might be sleeping in the car tonight, or a shelter, or somewhere. Oh my. Traffic eventually started to crawl, after an hour, and we were back on 81N and we were moving! Yay!
I have never been so happy to be driving on clear pavement and free from traffic. It took us 6 hours to go the 90 miles from Roanoke to Staunton! Now I just wanted to make it to PA safely in the dark without hitting any icy spots. The temperature hovered right around 32 the rest of the trip. I considered stopping at a hotel, but the thought of unloading everything and everyone just to drive again the next day was not at all desirable. We stopped once more for a bathroom break. The kids were getting hungry. When I asked what they wanted for dinner, they cautiously responded, "Ice cream?" Sure. Let's celebrate our successful snowy expedition.
The rest of the drive was smooth sailing except for one stretch in Maryland. As we drove up 81 there were dozens and dozens of cars and trucks in the median completely buried in snow. Some upright, some upside down. I was so thankful to not be one of those. As we got into Maryland, we found out first hand how they get those cars out. The state troopers flip on their lights and stop traffic on the interstate while the wreckers haul them out and load them up. Fortunately they work fast and we were only parked for 20 min.
The kids were absolute angels. Not once did they complain, ask when we would be there, or get upset. Aside from an occasional snack or drink request, I didn't hear
anything from them. I am forever indebted to the inventor of personal DVD players. I am not at all ashamed to say they watched movies the whole trip. It was imperative to my concentration that they be content and they couldn't have been happier or better behaved. Julia fell asleep around 7pm. We finally rolled into Allentown at 9pm. As we were getting close, I told Carter thank you for being so good for the drive and sorry it took so long. His reply? "That's okay mom, I don't mind."
It really made me think about how much we've all changed after this past year. We have all become accustomed to going with the flow and not knowing what to expect. It has been our lifestyle. They are used to being at home, not being on a schedule, plans changing, and trips to the clinic lasting all day. We were all safe, together, and occupied and were fine with that.
Cancer has really changed our perspective. Nothing that happened today was a big deal in the grand scheme of things. I enjoyed the quiet time with my thoughts and time to take in the beautiful scenery. Our experiences became downright comical. I actually laughed a few times. I had time to pray and think. I had many opportunities to thank God for our safety and the many folks along the way who helped us out. We would literally be lost without them. Carter said, "Mom, we need to remember in our prayers to say thank you for all the people who helped us today." And the kids were so happy to finally be going somewhere.
So now we are ready to enjoy some time with our family celebrating the reason for our HOPE and unshakeable joy.