Or so it would seem. The last two times J and I have made the long trek home, we’ve driven in/through snow storms. In December, the drive was fine until just before Des Moines, when we lost all visibility due to blowing and falling snow while driving in the night. Then last week, we were snowed on from Denver to Lincoln, NE on day one; we stopped at Lincoln because I-80 was closed. The next day, the roads were fine until midway between Des Moines and CR, when once again we caught up with the snow. Yay.
The return trips both times were sunny and easy. The most recent one had the added bonus of a tail wind, as if God was shooing us out of Iowa and Nebraska.
What, if anything, should I make of this? I like living away from my home state, but I want to be able to go back occasionally. The two trips show an escalating aggression against J’s and my efforts to get home. I’m rather afraid of what will happen next time I make my way eastward on 80. Severe thunderstorm? Flood? Unexpected volcano? That huge black alien robot from Sim City 2000? Regardless, I’m going to try to stay in Colorado until winter is over at least.