snow snow everywhere and all the boards did shrink...?
Ok, so the title doesn't quite work as well as if it were actually water, but still. I tried.
Last Sunday, we drove what was supposed to be a ten hour drive through that "horrible" storm that was passing through BC and Alberta. We drove over a lot of the Rockies. At first I was a little nervous, especially considering that we fishtailed only fifty meters from my homestay. The transcanada was pretty clear, though, so we didn't really have to worry that much.
The snow was so powdery that it wasn't really sticking. Plus, when it is this cold, it doesn't stick to anything. It was 26 below zero Celsius when we were traveling (that is about negative one degree farenheit). Anyway, since the snow was so powdery, it would hang out near the ground like fog over a warm lake or stream. Just floating a few inches above the surface. It made cool patterns swirling all over the road as people drove by. At first, I was nervous that this soft undulating would put me to sleep, but then it became a game as I tried to guess its patterns. It really felt like driving on the clouds because there was this quiet perpetual movement under the truck.
I lost track of the number of avalanche zones that we drove through once we got to number seven. I just know it was a lot. If you ever get in an avalanche, don't get out of your car. They can find you easier with metal detectors.
We read more of Dry on the road. It is good. More poignant than Running with Scissors. It strikes familiar chords in your heart letting you easily relate to what Augusten is writing. That is enough for now. Ten points and a sticker for anyone who really read all of this.
Last Sunday, we drove what was supposed to be a ten hour drive through that "horrible" storm that was passing through BC and Alberta. We drove over a lot of the Rockies. At first I was a little nervous, especially considering that we fishtailed only fifty meters from my homestay. The transcanada was pretty clear, though, so we didn't really have to worry that much.
The snow was so powdery that it wasn't really sticking. Plus, when it is this cold, it doesn't stick to anything. It was 26 below zero Celsius when we were traveling (that is about negative one degree farenheit). Anyway, since the snow was so powdery, it would hang out near the ground like fog over a warm lake or stream. Just floating a few inches above the surface. It made cool patterns swirling all over the road as people drove by. At first, I was nervous that this soft undulating would put me to sleep, but then it became a game as I tried to guess its patterns. It really felt like driving on the clouds because there was this quiet perpetual movement under the truck.
I lost track of the number of avalanche zones that we drove through once we got to number seven. I just know it was a lot. If you ever get in an avalanche, don't get out of your car. They can find you easier with metal detectors.
We read more of Dry on the road. It is good. More poignant than Running with Scissors. It strikes familiar chords in your heart letting you easily relate to what Augusten is writing. That is enough for now. Ten points and a sticker for anyone who really read all of this.