The "MY" is capitalized because i'm copying sean, who also had a winter adventure, and happened to post about it first on his (really good, unlike mine) blog. Just so no one
mal compris (misunderstood). With my explanation out of the way, I'll begin.
It started out like any normal day. I woke up a bit too late and quickly realized that I would need to rush in order to arrive at work somewhat on-time. As I ascended the stairs the typical melodies of the morning rather rudely greet my ears. Sam is running (stomping) across the hardwood and Kayla is screaming at a frightfully high pitch at something.... I couldn't tell if she was happy or sad at any rate. The only difference to note about this particular morning is that there is well over a foot of snow outside. My face fell as I realized that there was an even greater need to rush my routine, but I shook this troubling thought of and got to it. When I left home it was 8:10AM. When I reached 200th Street, the traffic was stopped dead. It took me an hour to get from my house to the highway, and for anyone who does not know the area, or does not live in the area, it should only be a five minute drive. Traffic in Langley was utter chaos, but once I was out in Aldergrove it slackened a bit, and the commute-stress-level returned to average levels.
ok-----now skip ahead to 2:30PM....
I have to leave work now in order to (hopefully) get to a class on-time. It has been snowing all day, and (in Abbotsford at least) it is pretty much a white-out. It takes just over an hour to get back to Langley (about double the normal time) and I reach the campus only to hear that all the evening classes have been cancelled. "Hmm....", I thought, "what to do now....."
I decided to go home. The only problem with that plan was that there wasn't a single road open in Langley by which you could get to my house. Cars were inching their way up, only to start sliding back down because of a lack of forward momentum. I tried a few times (unsuccessfully), and then parked and tried to think of what to do. I was all uptight. I'd been in the car too long. I'd been fighting the weather without any result. There was only one thing to do: Go to the mall.
The mall was basically the only place in Langley where the traffic wasn't too bad. Most people were feverously trying to get out of the city, so the mall turned into an unlikely fortress of solitude. (haha). I hung out for a bit and bought some jogging shoes.
Now I was ready for the final push, the climax of this epic tale of wintery weather woes. I got back into the car and proceeded to pound the steering wheel and shriek incoherently for five minutes to psych myself up. Then I drove one of the few roads that were open and leading up the hill. I pulled over to the side of the road and planned my move. I waited for all the cars to drive up and then slide back down in rejection, and then, when all was clear, I gunned it, picked up as much speed as I could, and burned up that hill without and issue. When I got to the top I pulled over again and shrieked and pounded on the steering wheel in my moment of triumph.
that's my winter adventure. pretty crazy....
