Packing up the night before it hadn’t occurred to me that we
could go in a ditch, that my Subaru could keep sliding as the road curved. And to be honest, even after we saw the first
pile-up of cars where I-90 turns and crosses the Mississippi River in La
Crosse, I wasn’t concerned about the roads.
I had called my mother and told her I was watching the weather, and I
had checked the forecast at least thirty times that morning. The Weather Channel and all the local TV
stations had said the worst of the snow would move in between 11am and 5pm, and
up until the moment we got on the road just after noon, I wasn’t sure if we should
go early and try to get ahead of it or wait and go in the morning.
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