Contributed by:
Karen Groves/YourHub.com
Article Contributed on: 4/19/2009 4:06:23 PM
They predicted the snow.
On April 17 it was snowing in the morning. And the afternoon, And the evening. And on through the night.
Didn't really expect it to continue through April 18. Constantly snowing.
Big fat flakes, big as cupcakes.. Slushy driving. Hard to see really.
Then you get to Genesee on I-70.
Forget about seeing anything, and it's always like that.
It was probably a mile or two before Genesee when traffic, in the middle of the day, started getting sluggish to the point of standstill.
A free for all on the highway. Cars spinning out, vans with very little tread on their tires, like the one in front of me, were moving, but, they weren't moving.
Semi trucks were jacknifed off to the medium or the side of the highway like a toy broken in half. I saw some state troopers. They were standing in the middle of I-70, talking as far as I could tell.
It was tiresome going nowhere.
Some people were poking their heads out the window and others just got out of their cars to scrape off the accumulation that was building up on the windshield, further threatening vision.
I rolled down the window and used my scraper to clear the triangular ice pond that was clinging to the left side of the windshield.
The freight truck in the center lane I realized was stopped. I watched as the driver got out of the cab and started putting chains on the tires. I didn't know whether to feel sorry for him because he was lying on the highway on his back to put the chains on, or angry because he waited to get to this point to do it.
A little of both.