Today I awoke fairly late. Sarcastically I thought to myself, ‘man I bet there’s so much snow.’ Of course I looked outside and saw the dry ground. Begrudgingly I decided I’d have to start my day anyway. Staring out my Window while brushing my teeth I noticed tiny white specs drifting through the air. I SQUEALED with delight. I immediately ran around my house squealing “Snow!” at the top of my lungs at a pitch easily attributed to a small girl, toothbrush still clenched in jaw. Still in my gym shorts I jumped into my boots without bothering to put on socks. Quickly dashing outside I frolicked in the snow for a short time. Until it stopped. Checking my phone I was disgusted to see little blue areas on the map Everywhere but here. So I returned to my chambers and found some clothes, and socks this time, and headed out to my jeep. The whole time playing scenes from Twister in my head. I was gonna be a storm chaser; only, I’d be chasing snow, because what kind of dumbass would drive towards a Tornado?
I sat down in my Jeep and got ready to leave only to get back out and walk back inside. Picked up a scarf and a hat just in case. Returning to my chariot I was still filled with excitement. Which then dwindled slightly when I realized I had forgotten something else. So, third time’s the charm, that’s what “They” say. Once again. To the Batmobile! I headed off down the road. 500 yards later I screeched to a halt, turned into the nearest driveway and headed back toward my house. Glare on my face I lumbered down the stairs to my dungeon, swiped my glasses and headed back one more time, deciding that I wasn’t getting back out of the car again even if I realized I’d forgotten my spleen. So, I was off. Holy Hell, about time.
So I headed west. To where the blue was. I got there. No Snow. No blue. DubYa. Tee. Eff. Checked again. It moved southwest. We’re off! 20 minutes later. Snow on the ground. None in the sky. This just won’t do. Again. Ooooh It’s moving straight South now. Sneaky sneaky. South we go. And by we I of course mean just myself, because as we’ve learned at this point, I’m generally alone. More snow on the ground. Lots and lots of snow. Still no snow in the sky. Southeast. Ok. FINE! Southeast it is. Check again. Well into my day now. The snow in that area has disappeared Completely off the map. Really. You Friggin Kidding me? My face looked about like this… -.- … If you can imagine that.. as a face.. so waaaaaaay up yonder to the northeast there’s blue. Lots and lots of napalm. I mean blue.
So. I get on the interstate. I get off the interstate cause there’s lots of snow. I get back on. Back off. Back on. Anyway. I drive for about 80 miles. And the whole way there is snow along the side of the road. Ok, well.. lemme add in.. After about 60 miles I got off the interstate cause I had to pee. and.. I decided it would be an Excellent opportunity to get a JaMocha milkshake from Arby’s cause those things are ridiculously delicious. And well. I like delicious things.. Also. They had a picture of some monstrosity made of chocolate on the door, which I came so close to purchasing. But, I decided it’d probably be best not to go into a chocolate induced coma while Storm Chasing. POW. Sorry. I get excited when I feel like I do cool things… Anyway. So back on the interstate still heading Northeast. I finally get into the snow.
First off. Let me tell you how insanely gorgeous it was. The sun behind me had gotten so low that it was shining from under the clouds. And everything, Everything was covered in snow. Trees. Signs. Power lines. Houses. Ev.er.y.Thing. So so shiney. So beautiful. Just gonna be honest, You really should be jealous. Just saying.
Anyway. So I finally got into the good heavy snow. And I got of the interstate and headed out down some random road. I find this quaint adorable little town. It’s kind of the way Joe Dirt describes Silvertown. But it seems kinda like something you’d seem in Dennis the Menace. I mean. I come from a small town. Our town is like 1 row of buildings. But this town. Was just adorable. It was like 100 yards long in total. And a cop drove by. And my natural reaction is that I’m going to be bothered. Because, well, where I’m from the cops ask you what you’re doing when you walk down the sidewalk because they need to feel important. But this one just smiled and waved at me. I did a fist pump / leap for joy in my head. It was exciting stuff for me.
Then I heard it. A sound I hadn’t heard in Years. I imagine it to be the feeling the Grinch got when he heard singing and his heart started to grow. I heard a Train horn. You see, growing up the train used to run about a mile from my house, and it always ran in the night time. I loved trains. The sound was just one of comfort for me somehow. So, when I watched Polar Express I was like ‘pfft, who cares, my train is cooler than that.’ But, then one day our train just quit running. Getting back on the point here. There was a train. So I sprinted back to the tracks in my big heavy boots. And made sure to get pictures of the train running in the snow. It was an adorable little train. And there were children throwing snowballs at it. I had made my way into a Norman Rockwell painting. Peace on Earth. Good will toward men. All that jazz.
At this point. Staring down the tracks and just feeling completely satisfied with life. The sun started to burn the sky as it does at the end of the day. So I hopped back in the jeep and headed for a better view. And then I found it. A giant field with a tree covered skyline. I took roughly a bajillion pictures. Give or take a few. But yea. My 7 hours of chasing snow. Well worth it for this 1 moment.
PS. After that.. I was driving through a local national forest. Enjoying the snow in the dark. And realized.. This road is going to turn into a sheet of ice within 30 minutes and I haven’t seen a car in forever. I best get the hell outta here.