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It was starting to get late (around four-thirty) and I was getting worried that things were getting late, so I called up JM to ask her when she was picking me up, and she told me that TB was going to be at my house momentarily. Uhh.. I was still at the office, so I quickly packed up and headed home. Too bad it started to rain ice and the streets were snarled with traffic. It took twice as long for me to get back home.
We went down to pick up JM and headed out of the city. The bad weather coupled with rush hour traffic meant that traffic was moving at a crawl. It took us a couple of hours to get out of the city. The ride out was pretty bad. It was raining/sleeting/snowing by the time we stopped off for dinner. We stopped off at McDonald's for dinner and one of the girls there told us that there was a serious accident on the highway and that it was closed off. Doh!
When we left the restaurant, we passed by a accident that had been pushed off to the side of the road, so we thought things were going good, but the highway was closed off and we had to take a detour at Shanley Road. The detour wasn't as bad as I thought it would've been, and by then it had stopped snowing. We had outrun the storm.
We crossed the border and customs came out to talk with us. The guy asked us where we were going and TB told them that we were going to Killington to go skiing. I decided not to say anything at that point, so the guy continued questioning us.
"So you guys are going to Smuggler's Notch?"
To which TB agreed. Then he asked,
"Didn't you say you were going to Killington?"
Doh! Apparently they remembered the other guys who went ahead of us who were also going to Smuggler's Notch. Anyway, they had a good laugh and let us cross.
We didn't have too many problems except for the time we kept missing turns:
"Oh, we should've turned here.."
or
"Oh, we're supposed to go the other way.."
But I slept through most of it. (Although one time that we went the wrong way, I caught it fairly quickly.) At least we got in in one piece.
