The Storm Has A Name

The major confluence of various storm systems in which we are traveling is named Xanto. Although we had issues getting across Nebraska two days ago, more than a hundred cars had to be rescued from the highway and we avoided that. It was raining when we arrived in Grand Island, Nebraska the night before last and the temperature plummeted overnight so everything outside was covered with a thick layer of ice in the morning. That included our car that was entombed from front grill to back trunk and had to be chipped out before we could get back on the road that was also ice covered.

The saving grace for us yesterday morning, besides the driving skills of my husband who used to go back and forth to work more than twenty miles a day in alpine conditions, was that we were practically the only car on the road. That's because the cars and trucks that tried to go before we did ended up in the median. It didn't look like injury accidents but like sliding uncontrollably but slowly off the road.

There is snow again this morning but the parking lot looks all right from inside the room. We'll see when we get outside. Then it's on to Illinois, Indiana, Ohio to just outside of Cleveland where we make our last stop before we get to southeastern Pennsylvania.

On a side note, there is a large Amish community near Iowa City and I was reading a circular in the motel lobby yesterday that advertised a quilt show and sale next week as the spring show. I hope the weather improves enough for them to hold the event because at this point no one would want to be wandering outside looking at quilts.

On another side note, the food served across the country has been all right for the most part but the portions have been gargantuan. We had lunch in Nebraska and the french fry servings looked like at least 4 potatoes per plate and the other proportions matched. Come on, people!