The wise men went east to find the Baby Jesus. I must go south to visit my grand babies! At least two of them, Kelly and Katie, live in Haw River, North Carolina. I plotted my trip on Google maps with one eye on the horrible storm wending its way up the eastern seacoast. Usually we just go straight south, winding up either on that terrible I-95 corridor, or forced to navigate the tiny Route 15 through mountainous terrain peppered with little villages with their restricted speed limits and traffic.
But the weather forecast showed that even today, Monday, those two routes would still be experiencing snow. Google gave another option. Head west and skirt down the far side of Pennsylvania and West Virginia on Routes 77 and 74. It was more mileage, but only about a half hour more time. Sounded reasonable. Now if we can figure out how to get TomTom to agree!
No worries. It was the first option Tom offered us. The roads were clear all the way until the small stretch of Route 19. For about an hour, though we were still on a divided highway, we had traffic lights and reduced speeds as we drove through business districts. And it was beginning to get dark when we found ourselves in the mountains with light snow sifting down around us. Nothing that stuck on the road though.
In all, a nice drive and far preferable to that congested I-95 thing. Plus we came into the west side of North Carolina and avoided those treacherous unpopulated stretches filled with wandering deer and eighteen wheelers. Even after a full 12 hours of driving I wasn't completely exhausted. Certainly awake enough to hug my little sweeties who danced around excitedly when we arrived.
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