It almost feels like cheating.
Here we are, in Michigan, home to lake effect snow, and experiencing our first *real* winter in years. And what do we do? As retirees, we get to stay indoors in our little cabin by the River Clam and watch the snow fall and the birds come to visit the feeder.
We wimp out when it comes to driving on this stuff. Granted, those summer tires suitable to Arkansas and Oklahoma sort of work in the snow. But I trust neither myself nor the other drivers out there. Heck, some may be from Texas, and I know those folks can’t drive in weather like this.
It’s funny to see the differences. Down South, a snowstorm like this, with 6-12 inches of snow on the ground and more coming, would have emergency services people all aflutter on TV, telling people to stay home and don’t endanger the first responders who might have to get out and rescue someone. “Operation Slick Streets” in Tulsa means you’re on your own in a fender bender, unless someone is hurt.
Here, the National Weather Service office in Gaylord tells people that another 8 inches of snow could fall overnight, so drivers should be careful in their morning commute.
I’ll feel better once I get some winter tires next week. They will have a better grip on the snow and ice, and, according to the Discount Tire website, help most when it comes to stopping. I’m all in favor of being able to stop.
Right now at Camp Cadillac, we’re getting sun, followed by heavy snow, then more sun. All all the while the wind rattles the storm windows.
On Friday, we have to brave the streets regardless. Vicki got a call offering an appointment with a specialist she needs to see in Traverse City, so we will trust our Toyota Highlander, the Highway Department’s plows and the skill of other drivers to help us survive the trip.
I’ll shovel the sidewalk this afternoon and brush the snow off the car so that we can get out quickly tomorrow. Here’s hoping!
Two Sheeps to the Wind 