I woke up this morning happy that I took half a unisom to help me sleep. I slept like a dead person. Felt great! And it was snowing! I love the snow. It is so beautiful, it is so soft, it just feels good to me to have all that fresh white. Then I remembered that I had a chiropractic appointment this morning, on the OTHER side of the mountains. UGH. I always feel really great afterward, but I did NOT want to leave the house!! Just didn't want to get in the car and drive anywhere. So I continued on in my morning. Kid on the bus, check. Shower, check. Hair, didn't wash it so check. Teeth brushed, check. Still snowing, check. Mountain ranges clouded over receiving snow, check.
UGH. I normally don't mind driving in the snow, but something about this morning just ached for me to not go. I should have stayed home.
I usually drive over Trapper's Loop to Mountain Green, down the Weber Canyon and up 89 to my clinic where I get all my adjustments and some relaxation twice a week. So I drove out the driveway and headed to Huntsville... roads snow packed when I hit Huntsville's Chevron. No problem. I've driven my little beep beep over those mountains in a blizzard and didn't see ANY other vehicles that night, but I did see a slow moving moose in my way that night... better than a yedi! So I kept going. Up the first hill I got the thought that maybe I should have stayed home. The closer I got to the top (Snowbasin road) the faster my tires were spinning and the slower I was actually going. Strange how that can be. I got passed by two cars. That sucked. When I reached the top I felt like a lonesome lost soul. All alone for the descent.
Down I went, slower than I thought was possible, I think 15 or so. Down was easy compared to up. But it was slick. Why didn't I have traction? This was ridiculous. I've done this SO many times before. By the time I got to the gas station at the bottom, I realized I'd locked my left wrist into such a stiff position that it hurt. Physically hurt to use it in any other position. I had no idea I was gripping that hard to my steering wheel. Hanging on for dear life was more like it. The canyon wasn't much better. Only I wasn't alone and I wasn't the only one driving slowly. That made me feel better. I was being followed at a good distance by a truck and it was going just as cautiously as I was. Traffic going east was stopped, rigs putting on their chains (man I wish I'd bought my brother's chains last winter!). But Ogden was good. Roads mostly clear.
The way home brought my frustration to the Peak. Clear roads, slightly wet, a few snow flakes floating harmlessly to the ground and I got stuck behind a crossover vehicle (yes, 4-wheel drive crossover!!!) that insisted on driving 25 the entire Ogden Canyon. Braking to below that for turns or hills. Undoubtedly I'm related to this poor individual because I married into the genetic Ogden Valley gene pool. But seriously, 25? Really?? The road is mostly flat... there is that one part that has that little bump and a turn combo that I really love to fling around usually, but I wouldn't have today, even with this idiot in front of me. By the time we got through the canyon I thought, ya, this person had better drive to some resort and park it... they can't be local. No, they turned left over the dam with me. Darn it! Breathe deeply. I pulled back away from crossover from the slow days, and gave it a good head start so I could avoid jumping out of my car and committing crimes I shouldn't admit that I wanted to commit at all... blood pressure check! Speed limit over there is 50, I know people who can run faster than this person chose to drive!! And of course, passing isn't always safe, particularly when you've got cars coming at you from the other direction, or I would have done it. Finally a Jeep pulled up behind me and I glanced in the rear view, and noticed this guy getting just as frustrated as I was... he backed off. I turned up Armageddon louder and screamed things I can't repeat when crossover from the 20's slowed down to 20 or so right before the break off to Eden.... praying that he'd turn to go the other way, I finally was set free, just in time to meet where apparently they haven't focused on plowing today... fishtail. I looked like an idiot. GRRR!! So I rip it up the hill by Hill's and gun it into my own unplowed drive getting on the brakes just in time so I didn't crash into my fiberglass garage door that opens manually.
I'm so glad I made it home without hurting anyone today. I have a 2-wheel drive, 6-cylinder car, and I'm glad I wasn't in a hummer today... I'd have had smashed up that 4 wheel drive crossover like a bug. Maybe that is why I'm so tired tonight. All that tension from this morning.
Oh and I totally owe you one for reading this all the way through... Not sure what you'll get for it, but I appreciate you reading my rantings.
PS If that was YOU in the crossover, or one of the two vehicles that passed me going uphill toward Basin, you really ticked me off. But I'll love you tomorrow anyway. Promise. But just this once.
UGH. I normally don't mind driving in the snow, but something about this morning just ached for me to not go. I should have stayed home.
I usually drive over Trapper's Loop to Mountain Green, down the Weber Canyon and up 89 to my clinic where I get all my adjustments and some relaxation twice a week. So I drove out the driveway and headed to Huntsville... roads snow packed when I hit Huntsville's Chevron. No problem. I've driven my little beep beep over those mountains in a blizzard and didn't see ANY other vehicles that night, but I did see a slow moving moose in my way that night... better than a yedi! So I kept going. Up the first hill I got the thought that maybe I should have stayed home. The closer I got to the top (Snowbasin road) the faster my tires were spinning and the slower I was actually going. Strange how that can be. I got passed by two cars. That sucked. When I reached the top I felt like a lonesome lost soul. All alone for the descent.
Down I went, slower than I thought was possible, I think 15 or so. Down was easy compared to up. But it was slick. Why didn't I have traction? This was ridiculous. I've done this SO many times before. By the time I got to the gas station at the bottom, I realized I'd locked my left wrist into such a stiff position that it hurt. Physically hurt to use it in any other position. I had no idea I was gripping that hard to my steering wheel. Hanging on for dear life was more like it. The canyon wasn't much better. Only I wasn't alone and I wasn't the only one driving slowly. That made me feel better. I was being followed at a good distance by a truck and it was going just as cautiously as I was. Traffic going east was stopped, rigs putting on their chains (man I wish I'd bought my brother's chains last winter!). But Ogden was good. Roads mostly clear.
The way home brought my frustration to the Peak. Clear roads, slightly wet, a few snow flakes floating harmlessly to the ground and I got stuck behind a crossover vehicle (yes, 4-wheel drive crossover!!!) that insisted on driving 25 the entire Ogden Canyon. Braking to below that for turns or hills. Undoubtedly I'm related to this poor individual because I married into the genetic Ogden Valley gene pool. But seriously, 25? Really?? The road is mostly flat... there is that one part that has that little bump and a turn combo that I really love to fling around usually, but I wouldn't have today, even with this idiot in front of me. By the time we got through the canyon I thought, ya, this person had better drive to some resort and park it... they can't be local. No, they turned left over the dam with me. Darn it! Breathe deeply. I pulled back away from crossover from the slow days, and gave it a good head start so I could avoid jumping out of my car and committing crimes I shouldn't admit that I wanted to commit at all... blood pressure check! Speed limit over there is 50, I know people who can run faster than this person chose to drive!! And of course, passing isn't always safe, particularly when you've got cars coming at you from the other direction, or I would have done it. Finally a Jeep pulled up behind me and I glanced in the rear view, and noticed this guy getting just as frustrated as I was... he backed off. I turned up Armageddon louder and screamed things I can't repeat when crossover from the 20's slowed down to 20 or so right before the break off to Eden.... praying that he'd turn to go the other way, I finally was set free, just in time to meet where apparently they haven't focused on plowing today... fishtail. I looked like an idiot. GRRR!! So I rip it up the hill by Hill's and gun it into my own unplowed drive getting on the brakes just in time so I didn't crash into my fiberglass garage door that opens manually.
I'm so glad I made it home without hurting anyone today. I have a 2-wheel drive, 6-cylinder car, and I'm glad I wasn't in a hummer today... I'd have had smashed up that 4 wheel drive crossover like a bug. Maybe that is why I'm so tired tonight. All that tension from this morning.
Oh and I totally owe you one for reading this all the way through... Not sure what you'll get for it, but I appreciate you reading my rantings.
PS If that was YOU in the crossover, or one of the two vehicles that passed me going uphill toward Basin, you really ticked me off. But I'll love you tomorrow anyway. Promise. But just this once.
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That's crappy Vic! Being a professional road-rager myself, I can totally relate.
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