Okay, that was too scary for words.
We drove north from Quincy after a family gathering,
through Boston on Rte. 1 and then onto 95 North.
The interstate had not been plowed or sanded. Our
packed minivan was going all over the road.
There was no place to get off the interstate where
we wouldn't end up on a sideless farm road, so
we braved the road until we got to middle
Newburyport.
By then, the nerves were shaken and the windshield wipers
frozen. We were able to pull over at a Mobil station.
There we shook off the nerves and the windshield wipers.
It wasn't that far to New Hampshire, where fellow motorists
met at the station, told us the roads were passable.
My kudos to the New Hampshire and the Maine road crews.
A Bronx Cheer to the Massachusetts crews. The roads sucked
to the point of being dangerous. I just hope they weren't all
nice and warm watching the Patriots trounce the Jets.
=30=
No comments:
Post a Comment