OK, so here we are on Wednesday, and the weather guys are getting really excited by a shift in the Jet Stream. They are trying to decide how many inches (or is it feet?) of snow to predict on the anniversary of the Blizzard of ’78 as we poor New Englanders are muttering under our collective breaths, “Here we go again.” Bread and milk may be disappearing from grocery store shelves as I write this. I am planning like mad, trying to figure out when the promised snow is going to arrive, and how that will impact my plans to drive 325 miles on Friday to go to the Marguerite Reid Memorial Dance Workshop in King of Prussia, PA. It’s not just any old 325 miles, either. It’s 325 miles through New York City and down the New Jersey Turnpike. I can’t think of anyplace worse in a snowstorm. Too many cars, people all trying to go too fast for the conditions, and snowplows three abreast. Lovely. I could go on at length about folks in their SUVs who think that 4-wheel drive is going to keep them safe–I just wish I had a nickel for every one of them that has passed me on I 89 that I later saw buried in a ditch in the median, but I think I’ll just concentrate on the task at hand.
So, here’s the plan: I am going to pack the car tonight, skip the staff meeting tomorrow afternoon at my school, and put the pedal to the metal, reaching PA at maybe 9:30 or 10 PM. I’m going to have the car full of gas, and a nice big coffee in the cup holder. There will be CDs ready to go, and TomTom set for 260 Mall Blvd, King of Prussia PA. The EZ Pass is in place, and I’m all set. With any luck at all, the snow will hold off, and the traffic will have dissipated by the time I get to the NY metropolitan area.
In other years attending this workshop has been quite an adventure because of the weather. One year Meg and I left late Sunday morning, just as the snow was moving in. We made it back home, but people who were flying out, or who had to drive south were stuck. They got 2 feet of snow, and many people never got home until Wednesday. I did hear that the hotel couldn’t get people in to work–understandable– and that they were running out of food and stuff like that.
Another year I just didn’t even try to drive home, because the roads and the forecast were horrible. A big group of us were all in the same situation, so we decided to just make the best of it. We went out to the Bahama Breeze and had a huge dinner around their big fire pit, and had a wonderful time! The people who vend, teach, and are generally involved with Highland Dance are quite a close-knit community, and they have become good friends over the years. I look forward to seeing them at the games, or just keeping in touch online.
So, I will let you know how it goes. Just remember, keep as much distance as you can from the car in front of you, and don’t try to brake and steer at the same time. You’ll get there eventually.