Ice Trucker? or Kill the Groundhog!

This post is late by about two weeks.  That was when my wife Kathy and I went to Saledo, Texas USA to visit her family at her sister's new house on a hill. It's a beautiful house and they are lovely people.  We had the four Fs of successful gathering: Friends, Food, Family, and Fermentation.  Wonderful time well spent.

We went, rather unusually, in my truck instead of the car because we would be bringing back some ceiling fans.  Not really important what we were carrying, but that was the excuse for the truck.  A foggy Sunday morning arrived, and after breakfast we felt it was time we headed back home to stay ahead of the weather that was predicted.  "Could be a little ice if we wait too long."

As we were loading the truck, the first tip tip tip tap of sleet began to slowly enter our consciousness.  Few and far between so not a major concern.  Down the rollercoaster steep driveway to the road and away we go. By 20 minutes into the already three hour drive, the tip tip tap became tappitytappitytippitytappity boom...times ten.  It was a thunderstorm of ice!  We could barely see.  The ice began forming a coating around every exposed surface, but I'm a fairly careful, confident driver so we're OK.  Then the freezing weather began to have an affect on the engine.  Please make it home!  I have a rehearsal at 2! 

We made it, but I'm just about ready to barbecue that damn groundhog.  The ice in the bed of the truck was so thick that it remained for several days, even after temperatures returned to abnormal.  So done with the Texas winter.