The trip home yesterday was about half a notch above uneventful. On I-65 between the north edge of metro Louisville and the south edge of metro Indianapolis, about 90 miles, there were something like twenty vehicles off the road in the deep snow and culverts on either side of the highway or in the median. This included a large truck on its side well down the embankment on the right. I think all of these vehicles came to grief on Monday, and only some of them were being retrieved on Tuesday. So my one-day delay looked even more justifiable.
That’s not to say the conditions were all that great, because for most of the trip down I-70 over to I-75, and then up I-75 to Toledo, I drove through pretty constant snow showers. Must have been lake effect snow from Lake Erie, maybe. I think we’ve established that when it comes to driving in snow, I like it in a manner most would call insanity, so I wasn’t very put out and it didn’t slow me down too much. The main thing is, I got home with plenty of time for sleep—that’s the important thing.