Last weekend, my new husband and I decided to get out of the city and head north to Parry Sound for a bit of R&R. After a long weekend, we were both looking forward to relaxing by the fire, reading and good food that usually goes along with a weekend at the cottage, thanks to some gracious hosts.
As this is Canada in January, the weather changes quickly and we knew it would be cold and possibly snowy...but not quite this cold and not quite this snowy. We didn't make it very far before we hit the scariest snow squalls ever - I'm talking hands-gripping-the-steering-wheel, don't-hit-the-
guardrail type scary. Between the fact that it was after dark and snowing so hard, we couldn't see five feet in front of us. And we don't have snow tires.
This experience highlighted a distinct difference between my husband and I - while he managed to stay calm and navigate us safely through the storm, I, as the passenger on this northern adventure, assumed the role of
'Ms. Panicky', fussing over the fact that we had gotten stuck in the storm in the first place (for those who may be wondering, I fully assumed my husband would have checked the weather, and I didn't look myself...I know, I know)
And now for a bit of comic relief - we made it through the snow only to get stuck in a snow bank - wait for it - at the bottom of the driveway to the cottage. I don't know how we did it but by that point, I couldn't stop laughing.
Despite this start, it did end up being a great weekend. Thanks to Jeff & Debbie for hosting!
Have you been on any adventurous
road trips lately?