After my post of yesterday, I got the call from the teacher's "phone tree" that we would be under a 2-hour delay this morning for the start of school, due to temperatures. That meant that I could sleep in just a little later this morning and still have time to wend my way to school. Each class was shortened to 30 minutes to get them all in.
Before I even left for school, I got an email from a friend who has access to superior weather forecasts with a warning that we would be heading home at the end of the day in the worst of a snowstorm. I called the administration office at school to let them know...then my friend faxed his report to their office, as well. Got to school okay and started the day...and then the snow started. At lunch (about noon today) I was out in the car, with about an inch on the ground and falling heavily. By 12:15, rumor had it that we were going to be dismissed at 1:00. I checked on the media websites...and sure enough, we were listed for 1:00 PM dismissal. The kids got out at about 1:10. I stopped at the restroom and hit the road about 10 or 15 minutes later.
My route home consists of taking SR 39 south for about 4 miles, to I-70 east for about 6 miles, to SR 267 north for maybe 2 miles. As I expected, the roads were snowcovered but manageable IF one went slowly enough and paid attention to what was going on. Got to the interstate and found the driving lane to be fairly clear. The passing lane was slick...so I stayed where I was, safely behind a semi in the driving lane. Then another semi, followed by a small 4-wheeler, decided to pass (going what I thought was way too fast). The additional snow they kicked up made visibility pretty tough...and when the semi in front of me appeared again, it was quite close and stopping. Just to be safe, I bailed into the passing lane and watched the little car that had just passed me slide all over the road trying to get stopped. And there we were--totally stopped on the interstate--where we stayed for the next 1 1/2 hours. About 1/4th mile ahead was a wreck. Emergency vehicles came up from the rear and passed the stopped traffic on the shoulders to get to it. I counted numerous county and state police vehicles, several ambulance and rescue vehicles, and at least four full-sized fire trucks, all arriving from different locations at different times. One of the sheriff's vehicles stopped right next to me. I asked him what was going on. His response: bad wreck. (No kidding???!) Other drivers left their vehicles to go up to the site and take pictures--all walking in the snowstorm. I passed the time by talking on my ham radio and listening to commercial radio, from which I learned that there was "entrapment" with at least one of the vehicles in the wreck. The time seemed to pass rather quickly. And then, suddenly, we began to move.
By this time, at least another 1 1/2 inches of snow had fallen with no plows able to get through. We all eased into one lane, creeping along...finally up to the crash site...and it was pretty horrendous. As near as I could tell, there were at least four vehicles involved, one of which was a car that was smashed underneath the rear of a semi on the driver's side. (Not much left. I would be very surprised if the driver of the car survived.) I counted at least 15 emergency vehicles on the scene. Then, as we crept past that wreck, we were suddenly upon another one. This one involved two jacknifed semis that were nose-to-nose in the median. It almost looked like a head-on between the two tractor-trailers, if that's possible...and it was pretty messy, too. I couldn't tell if what I was looking at was one huge wreck that strung out over a half mile, or if it really was two separate wrecks. (I learned on the news after I got home that it was a 16-vehicle pile-up...so it was just one long accident.) After passing the last of it (which had the OTHER side of I-70 slowed to a crawl, too) here came a snowplow going the wrong way on the interstate, toward me, followed by a police vehicle. Now there's a first! I dutifully stayed in the right lane and crept the rest of the way home, hoping to get to 267 before I had to stop to clear my iced-up windshield wipers. A couple of vehicles decided to pass me. I just shook my head. I am convinced that the original accident(s) were caused by people going too fast for conditions--and the conditions were poor.
Thus, it took me two hours to make the 12 mile trip home. In all the years I have been driving to work to and from Monrovia, this is only the second time I have been stuck behind a crash that closed the interstate with me caught in it. I've been lucky. This time, I just thanked the good Lord that I got home safely. As it was, I got home about the same time I normally would, had we not been dismissed early.
And it's still snowing!