Well, we started our trip south and got exactly 20 km from home before turning back. The rain was coming down in buckets from a warm air system aloft and freezing on the road surface, glazing the tops of the snow banks in the ditches. The whole area is to be covered in this by this evening so we turned around and came home. Don't know if our friends will still try to go from their town as this won't have reached them yet, but it will. Even if the drive down went okay we would be facing a 2 or 3 hour + trip back on glare ice starting after 10pm. As our friend said when we phoned to tell him of our decision: you can control your own driving on the ice but you can't control the traffic around you.
So such is life. My poor husband is so disappointed.
But in his case "older and wiser" definitely applies. For that I am grateful.
Just outside of town on our way out the freezing water had triggered the lights and arms of the railway crossing. The arms were down and the lights were blinking, the siren ding donging, but nary a train in sight. After a long wait we simply drove between the arms and continued on until the frozen rain forced us to turn back. By the time we crossed the tracks again on the way home the arms were up, the lights had stopped blinking and the siren was silent once again. Guess the RR crossing was trying to tell us something.
I am glad to be safely at home.
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