In Salina, KS at a truck stop, we hear the weather out west is NOT pretty. Calling for 8 - 12 inches in spots, 12 - 24 inches in others. Truck drivers are deciding whether or not they want to risk punching the state line.
We were told it would be several hours before we'd hit the storm. The winter storm was heading east and we were headed west from Salina to Denver in a 2005 Blue Pontiac Sunfire with front-wheel drive (thank gods for small favors).
So then we do it... We decide we're going to punch the state line and see just how far we can get before they start shutting down portions of I-70. We load up on food, coffee, get the blankets and pillows out of the trunk and put them in the back seat and basically say "Let's roll"
It started raining about 10 - 12 miles east of the Kansas / Colorado state line along I-70. OK no worries, it's rain we can handle that. Then after a bit of driving in Colorado, we get a few flurries. Hey not bad. Then it hit like someone just over-turned a damn big bucket of snow up in heaven and was laughing his ass off.
Suddenly we were slowing down from 70 - 45/50mph and no faster. OMG it's slushy and it was a fucking mess.
So rather than getting home at midnight like we were anticipating, we got home at about 2:45am Mountain Time... No accidents, fender benders and no slide-offs.
Then we saw it as we walked in the house and walked upstairs... OUR OWN FUCKING BED that we hadn't seen in a week.
I guess you can figure out the rest.
DemonStorm
