I almost died last night.
When I left my house at 1:30 in the afternoon to head down to St. George, it was windy, but nice. I was wearing a short dress, boots and a sweater because it wasn't too cold, and I knew it would be warmer once I got there.
I adjudicated for nearly 4 hours, had quite a lot of fun working with the students and generally looking like an idiot in front of them trying to get them to come out of their shells, and only made one of them cry. But all that is really for another blog on another day.
The drive home was fairly uneventful at first. I left the school at about 6:45 pm, which should have gotten me home before 7:45 with no trouble. Joel called me when I was about 5 miles north of St. George and asked if it was raining, because it was raining up in Cedar. It wasn't, but I knew to expect it, and I did hit the rain storm about 15 minutes later. That slowed me down a bit, but wasn't horrible. Then Joel called when I was in New Harmony, which is just about 15 miles south of Cedar and asked if I'd hit snow yet. Not yet, but I certainly did pretty quickly after that. So that slowed me down even more, and then the wind came and it suddenly was a white out. I couldn't see a thing. At this point, a wild animal ran across the freeway and I barely missed hitting it, so that freaked me out even more.
So here I am, crawling along at 20 mph, unable to see more than 1 foot in front of me, trying desperately to stay on the road and just praying my guts out that I could get home safely. In my mind I was thinking of every possible scenario: Sliding off the road and getting stuck, having to pull off to the side because I just couldn't go on, in which case I would have to walk the 8 or so miles to Cedar City and I wasn't suitably dressed for that, so then I would freeze to death or suffer frostbite or something. So, I just kept praying that I'd at least make it to the freeway exit.
There are no streetlights between New Harmony and Cedar City and I have never been so happy to see the Cedar City sign because that meant actual lights and a little more visibility. I took the first exit off the freeway, even though my house is off the second exit because I just wanted to get off and also my exit has a roundabout thing, and just thinking about navigating it in that weather scared the pants off me. I took main street through town, turned where I needed to and was fine until I reached the unlit parts out by where I live. Then I just hoped I could even see to turn into my neighborhood.
I made it home at about 8:15. Completely relieved to be in one piece.
Today we have a lot of snow, but it's shaping up to be a beautiful and sunny day. Now I'm just lamenting the fact that I washed my car on Monday. Oh well, at least it was clean for a couple days.