Monday, November 18, 2002
Dear Diary:

The weather forecast was for over 30 cm or more than a foot of snow, so I had kind of kissed off going to the gym today.

Oh, the weather outside is frightful so of course I have to motor to the gym anyhow.Then the weather broke about mid-morning, so I called my friend Jeanie and we decided to motor there together.

These things always seem like such a good idea at the time.

So we got to the border and told the young American guard that we were heading down to the gym. He looked doubtful. "The roads are really bad," he said. We chortled. "We're Canadian. We don't let a little snow stop us."

He waved us through.

Then part way to the gym it started to snow again. The road was slippery. I drove at speeds that would have allowed the average grandmother to jog along beside us. On the final hill, just before the gym, a large semi-trailer truck was stopped. The car ahead of it hadn't made the hill.

There we were, in a village of about 1,000 people, in a traffic jam.

Jeanie and I were joking about how things couldn't get much worse when a gust of wind passed through, gathered up all the snow on the nearby trees, and created a white-out, completely taking away all visibility.

That was a wonderfully hairy few seconds, waiting for a sickening jolt, followed by the sound of crunching metal and breaking glass that would herald that we'd been rear-ended by someone who wasn't driving at granny speeds.

Fortunately, that didn't happen.

We stopped joking about how things couldn't get worse.

We Had Learned Our Lesson.

I studiously avoided looking out the gym windows at the mounting snow as I did my workout. Denial is a wonderful thing. Fortunately, the plow went through and the driving home was pretty good until we hit the Canadian Customs.

The snowplow had passed on the highway, but the entrance into Customs hadn't been cleared. The passing slow plow had left a ridge of snow about 30cm (1 foot high) and about a meter wide blocking said entrance.

For reasons known only to myself, I decided that the teensy little Marnmobile would be able to plow through that ridge of heavy wet, snow. Yes, I decided that a car that measures its power not in terms of horses, but instead in chipmunks, could blast its way through a situation better suited for oh, I don't know, a tank.

Of course I got stuck. Fortunately, the Marnmobile has front wheel drive, so with a little coaxing it freed itself from the snow bank.

Through all this my friend Jeanie was remarkably stoic.

As I dropped her off at her place, I made a tentative date for us to workout together again on Wednesday.

"I can drive," she said.

*Sigh*.

I guess my cats are right about my driving abilities after all, eh?

--Marn

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