I was supposed to drive to Boise on Monday but two related things happened instead. First, the Blizzard of 2019 arrived and second, Dear Husband was stuck in Denver because the flights to our part of Montana were cancelled.
Instead of driving to Boise, I stayed in my pajamas all day on Monday and periodically shoveled snow.
Tuesday morning arrived and so did the guy who plows the driveway. Last year he plowed once all winter. Tuesday morning’s plow was the second time in 24 hours.
But the weather took a slight break on Tuesday, no doubt resting up before delivering more snow.
Dear Husband was flown to Salt Lake City to await a flight to Montana while I anxiously scoured the weather reports and road conditions to decide if I could make it to Boise without winding up in the river. It did not look good.
I have shared before how there is no good way to Boise from Montana — it is beautiful but rugged, mountainous two lane roads with very little cell service.
At about 11:30 a.m. I decided to make a break for it. I loaded up stuff and two dogs and headed for Lolo Pass — not my favorite route but the only one without road closures.
Forty-some miles up and up to the border of Idaho where one is greeted by this cheerful warning of what is to come.
But wow — such beautiful country.
And I had to drive so slowly that I really got to enjoy it (!).
I saw two object lessons about the need to slow down (aka two rolled semi-trucks). Trust me — I paid attention.
It took 9.5 hours but we made it to Boise safely -- and Dear Husband made it home just fine, impressed by the snow that arrived in his ten-day absence.
I am here to help Galen and Bethany — and take a zillion photos, of course. An update about Berkeley tomorrow.
Have a safe Wednesday — and slow down!