At last, we’re back in our little cabin—I hesitate to say “cozy,” just yet, but we’re working on restoring it to its usual warmth. After weather delays, we arrived on the ferry this morning. It’s been quite a trip.
Last night we closed down the boat we’d been staying on and headed for the ferry terminal around 10:00 pm. The terminal would be open all night to accommodate those of us who had been stranded by the fast ferry cancellations. We anticipated a sort of happy refugee/slumber party atmosphere.
Juneau had just gotten what we were told was the year’s first real snow, and the roads had not been plowed. I’d been doing well driving the slick roads at “city” traffic speed, but I’d experienced moments where the “head for the barn” feeling took over, and I automatically took routes that I used to when we lived there, even if we were headed elsewhere. As we approached the old turn to take us toward our old house, I naturally drifted into the turn off. When I realized my mistake, I corrected, lost traction on the road, and began fishtailing badly down the highway. A split second later we were on the median, fetched up broadside against a traffic sign! Luckily, a policeman was right behind us. Continue reading