Snow Days

In Alabama, you can tell the local weatherman has mentioned a chance of snow when you go to the grocery stores and find that they are out of bread and milk. That's because around here, snow is a big deal. It comes rarely, and when it does, panic ensues. Schools and businesses will shut down. Roads will close. The power may go out. So we dash to the store to get the essentials, because we know we may be stuck at home for a few days.

On Monday, the weatherman announced that our area might get "a light dusting" of snow on Tuesday afternoon. The school officials told us we might get to go home a little early the following day because the roads might get icy (and school buses and curvy mountain back roads covered in ice are not a good mix).

So it was business as usual Tuesday morning. Then around nine-thirty, I walked over to the middle school (which is adjacent to the high school I work in) to run an errand. And when I stepped outside, I saw this view of the football field:

The "light dusting" that wasn't supposed to arrive until after noon had already begun. And it was coming down quickly. And it wasn't melting. It was collecting.

We ended up leaving school at 10:30. It was nearly 3:00 before I made it home. The roads were horrible. Horrible. Like I said, we don't get snow and ice that often, so we don't know how to drive in it. There were cars in ditches, eighteen-wheelers flipped over. On the interstate, I saw long stretches of immobile cars in both lanes, many abandoned by people who had either run out of gas or given up and decided to walk. The disturbing, apocalyptic sight reminded me of The Walking Dead

After trying to navigate that mess for hours, I had never been so happy to get home and see my family. And once I had safely made it home, I could enjoy the beauty of it all! 

The "light dusting of snow" turned into several inches that lingered and kept my school closed for the rest of the week. So I had a lovely surprise holiday that involved endless pantry-raiding and watching Netflix. Perfect for hermity old me.

I also made snow cream for the first time.

We never got to do this growing up because my dad (a retired environmentalist) warned us of the toxins and such that the snow soaks up while passing through the atmosphere. But now that I'm a grown, responsible-ish adult who makes my own decisions, I thought I would give it a try, just this once. Surely one bowl of polluted snow cream wouldn't do too much damage.

I filled up a large cup with the cleanest, whitest looking snow I could find and mixed it with sugar, soymilk, and a little vanilla flavoring until it looked like ice cream. 

It was really delicious! (And I'm still alive, so I guess it was okay to eat it.)


Niken said...

oh wow. glad that you made it home safely. guess snow isn't always fun - ha!

Jennifer said...

Yeah it got pretty scary there for a while. But it was beautiful!