10
Jan

blood

Mikelle and I went to see Louise over the holiday and we picked a most difficult day for our trip. It was on the Thursday after Christmas and if you remember the entire SL valley was closed due to 18 inches of new snow. There was a lake-effect storm all over the Wasatch Front. I kept hearing on KSL that it was taking people three hours to go 20 miles.

But, we set out. Mikelle got a new GPS for Christmas and we typed in the address. After just a few minutes we realized the weather was quickly turning horrible and yet I wanted to go see my Sis. I kept encouraging Mikelle to keep going even though she was really reluctant. I kept thinking if we don’t go now, when will I ever go see where she lives and how she’s doing?

The further we went, the worse the roads got.

The further we went, the less we could see.

The further we went, the less traffic there was [because smart people don’t go out in weather and driving conditions like that!]

The further we went, the more I wondered why I had had such a strong prompting to go visit Louise.

But we kept going and stopped several times to call Louise and get better directions. She told us that even the UPS guy and the USPS often couldn’t find her home and GPS systems all have it wrong. [Yikes!] She said at the bottom of her hill some signs were wrong and another family always got her packages and had to call her when she needed to go pick up a load of deliveries.

We started up a hill and were afraid to stop for fear of getting stuck! There was at least a foot of fresh snow in the last three hours. We could hardly see out the windshield. Forget about the side mirrors! We tried to drive into someone’s driveway to turn around but we were stuck. Mikelle had to back down the mountain. I called Louise again and gave her the address we were at, and I kept saying, “I think we are close . . .” And right then I saw Louise look out her font door.

We couldn’t get in her driveway. It was that deep!

So we gathered up Easton and trekked through the knee high snow and hurried the best we could into the house. I was SOAKING wet. Seriously looked like I had showered with all my clothes on. I went to her bathroom and used a blow dryer for a while until I thawed out and dried out a little. [And by ‘a little’ I mean a very little.]

Well. I found Louise to be healthy, happy, warm. She was caring for her grandson, Jordon, and we enjoyed visiting with him and seeing for ourselves what a brilliant, darling guy he is. We fell in love with their home, with the location right on the edge of the forest, the wrap-around porch, the vaulted ceilings, the trees, landscape and view. Gorgeous!

Soon enough it was time to venture out again because Mikelle’s husband was worried that we were driving in this weather and it was only getting deeper as we visited. There was absolutely no hope of it letting up. We got to the car and Mikelle literally slid down the hill sideways as she tried to brake and steer. At the corner we misjudged and went past. A nice guy on a four-wheeler with a plow made a path for us to turn and try to back up. He cautioned us to go back to Louise’s house and stay the night. But we said we really couldn’t, so he plowed a little more for us. It was a white-knuckle trip back to Logan but we made it safely.

I’m still not sure why I felt so strongly about going to visit with my sister. And maybe I misread the feelings. But I’m glad we went and I’m glad I saw for myself that she is OK and has recovered from all that she’d been through the last 18 months or so.

Moral of the story? No clue here.

Maybe it’s that blood is thicker than snow. A bird in the hand is better than two in a snowdrift. The road to Louise’s house is as crooked as a dog’s hind leg?