A Billion Below Zero

I did not want to make this blog a weather report, but the weather here dominates what we do. Today the crew was out skirting the mobile homes, I drove out to check on them this afternoon and had to dodge a couple cardboard boxes that were blowing about in the wind. The weather report was saying 37 mph with gusts to 44. Not much snow to blow about in Wright, but the 40 mile drive back to Gill was a different story. The wind was out of the north, so we hit it head on and it whistled so loudly I thought the doors were ajar. There was just a skiff of snow blowing across the road and we thought we’d have clear sailing all the way, but about 10 miles into the drive, we had to slow for blowing snow and the occasional white out. At times we were blinded by the lights of the oncoming traffic. About halfway, the pickup ahead of us spun out on an icy hill, it crossed the other lane and ended in the borrow pit. We squirreled a bit too, but regained before far, then dropped it down to about 40 for the rest of the way in. It was difficult to determine where we were since all hills and landmarks were all obscured by the blowing snow. We passed a couple trucks pulled over, and when we finally got to town there were occasional flashing cop lights to let us know some drivers were not very lucky. Got to the hotel and my room was 55 degrees because I did not leave the heat on when I left. Out the window it looks fuzzy, like a weak TV station. The temperature says 20 degrees, but it feels like a billion below zero.