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Riding the storm out

December 28, 2009 - Cindy Votruba
Nothing like driving more than 200 miles with a storm on your tail. I was able to leave Marshall a little after noon on Wednesday. Now since I’m a tense driver and don’t like going through the Twin Cities (and I lived near the Twin Cities most of my growing-up life, go figure), I take a longer route that takes me through St. Cloud and then onto Highway 95 that doesn’t have anything until you hit Princeton, more than 20 miles down the road.

It wasn’t bad at all, and hey, the bridge in St. Cloud going over the Mississippi is now open. I was going to stop at the Wendy’s in Cambridge to eat, but for some reason, it seemed like everyone in town was trying to get home around 10 to 4 p.m. as it took like 20 minutes to get across town. And Cambridge isn’t that big of a town! Then it started snowing as I was getting into Wisconsin. I have bad night vision, so I was going slowly down the road.

I helped my mom and brother shovel the driveway on Christmas Eve. I had taken my shovel out of the back of my Jeep and must have not shut the back all the way when I returned the shovel to my Jeep as it wouldn’t start Saturday morning. Yahoo. So a little time on the charger and it started up again.

Then came the ride back to Marshall on Sunday. I figured it wouldn’t be that bad. And it wasn’t for most of the way. It started snowing a little when I got into Cambridge, but it was done by the time I drove a ways down 95. But it was the stretch between Granite Falls and Marshall on Highway 23 that proved to be the worst driving of the entire trip. The winds had picked up and blowing snow across the road and in the air. I couldn’t really tell what was the road and what wasn’t. Oh joy. I was white-knuckling 40 mph or less all the way. I don’t even remember passing Cottonwood. But fortunately I was able to find the County Road 33 turnoff and to my apartment. And there’s where the icicles greeted me.

 
 

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