Turns out there is dial-up at Grandma's.
So the world was pretty covered in ice.
But as my mom said
destructive.
Here's the equation:
sleet = icy trees = trees on road = long long trip to Florida
It was not our latest arrival at Grandma's
time-of-the-day-wise.
But 100 miles in 2.5 hours is crazy.
The nugget of truth
gained from the sleety excursion:
when ice is all over everything
stick to the interstate
and not so much tiny obscure backroads.
Rock on.
I'll try to post a photo
of the icy glory.
But not today...
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