Whiteout

It's official. It's winter in Maine. We got the first Nor'easter of the season yesterday. Blizzard conditions for awhile dropped about 10 inches in the back yard. I had a doctor's appointment at 11:30, so I headed out into the storm. At the end of the driveway, I looked left and right and all I could see were seas of whiteness. I pulled out and headed to the long road to the main drag. I thought I'd know a lot more about the driving conditions once I reached Route 25. The roads were snow-covered all the way in, but the visibility was fine, even in the driving snow. It reminded me of a weekend in high school, when Kendall asked Tom and I if we wanted to head down to his brother's apartment in Arlington, MA and see if we might find some mischief in Boston the next day. By the time we reached Arlington on Friday evening, it had already started snowing lightly, and you probably know the rest of the story. Well, a huge blizzard hit New England that weekend, and we NEVER left the apartment until Sunday afternoon when we set out to dig out the car. It was a very LONG weekend. Heading back on the Maine Turnpike that sunny afternoon, we got caught in an amazing 'whiteout'. Strong wind was picking up snow and driving across the highway. It was so bad that we had to stop the car right in the middle of the Turnpike. We had no idea where we were. Lucky for us, no cars were closely following us, and the freak occurrence lasted for just 20 seconds or so. It was very scary and left a lasting memory. Bottom line, it was one of those 'lost weekends'. And just for the record, I never saw any of the girls Kendall promised would be all over the place. What a friend!