Evanston: waiting for Don Quixote
Evanston: waiting for Don Quixote
We drove south through a white world and back through a world of gray and brown. With temperatures above freezing, almost all snow had melted and rain was falling.
Our timing was fortunate. We moved along the trailing edge of the storm that flooded California and became an East Coast blizzard, and had only an hour of moderately heavy lake effect snow as we left Evanston and a few other flurries in Kentucky and North Carolina. Roads that had been closed a day earlier were open and clear, except for an Appalachian pass in western North Carolina where the Interstate was reduced to one lane in each direction.
We only cut across a corner of Tennessee, but Kentucky and North Carolina are pretty country of hills, rolling and reaching, that reminded me once again that Indiana and Illinois are not.
Saturday, January 1, 2011