I'm a chicken when it comes to driving on snow and ice.
I've taken back my Jeep these past two days because,
while in town the roadways are beautiful and clear,
they sure aren't here!
My husband can get my Focus up and down the hill.
But not me.
I'm a chicken.
Any plowing is done by the people who live here
and we only salt the steep hill which leads to the county road.
But the salt didn't do so well this year and the hill was icy.
After a couple of days, it's now pretty clear going down
until you get to the end where there are icy patches.
Up here it's still snow/ice packed.
And my driveway is on a pretty good slope-
we're at the top of the ridge.
I back down our long drive- over culverts and around trees,
because there's nowhere to turn around in the morning,
in the dark.
I know I'll slide and end up tumbling down the back side of the drive,
down the slope and crashing into trees.
No doubt about it.
So, being the chicken that I am, I have taken the Jeep to work
because I don't want to go up and down in my car.
The husband says, " Don't worry, you'll only slide at the very bottom of the hill."
(Right, don't worry)
"The county road is clear, you'll come to a stop when you slide onto it."
(Great, how comforting)
Maybe tomorrow I'll take the car.
I love my Jeep.