Snow that drifts across the road in depths higher than the front grill of my car, however, causes me to think twice about driving.
I met my cousins and some friends for lunch today after church, then headed over to their place after a couple hours of shopping (during which I found four fun belts at Goodwill, yippee!). A few episodes of Doctor Who and Sherlock later--not to mention a lot of browsing Pinterest for pictures of Michelle Obama's and Kate Middleton's styles--my cousin and I decided it was time for me to head home.
So it was 11 p.m. or so and I stepped outside--still wearing my church shoes (a cute pair of heels)--into several inches of snow.
There was definitely no snow on the ground when we came back from town around 5 p.m.
It can't be that bad, I thought, so I backed my car into a slightly shallower portion of snow so I could walk around the car, brushing the snow off the windshield and headlights without getting (too) much snow into my shoes.
I still ended up with wet socks. And that wasn't the worst.
Creeping down the road at 25 mph, I discovered three circumstances I couldn't tell from the driveway:
- The roads aren't plowed. Not in the least.
- The snow is deep. I can't see the ditches and I'm not entirely sure where the cornfields start. (It's Indiana, remember. 98% of the state is cornfields. Or something like that.)
- The snow is still falling. Visibility is about six inches with the headlights on.
It took me several minutes to get to the first stop sign--the only place I was even remotely positive I could turn around and head back to my cousins' for the night.
Good thing they have extra toothbrushes.