Driving home through HELL-o.

So I didn't ride my scooter, but my ride from the underworld started when I decided to finish my laundry at liz's(my sisters) house. Our car is rear wheeled drive and doesn't really do well on slick surfaces...to Johan's delight.

The drive to Liz's wasn't so bad. I drove still slower than normal and made sure I was a safe distance away from all obsticles on my journey to Payson.

I had been planning on leaving before dark but I had some difficulties with the laundry and ended up playing with my niece and nephews for a few hours. Johan had done the smart thing and stayed home. I wish I had done the same or at least asked him to join me on my journey!

The ride home was another matter.... It had snowed most of the day and Payson is known for the lack of plowing going on. I left Liz and Jon's house later than I had planned. It was around 7 which is basically pitched black outside. I drove all the way home driving from 25-35 mph. It was the most scariest thing to happen to me. Because of five reasons:

1. I hate the snow


2. I had a lot of close calls and wrecks on iced roads


3. I hate driving in the dark


4. I don't know the roads very well


5. I grew up in Oklahoma where it doesn't snow like Utah.

I was terrified! Semi's would drive past me and I wouldn't be able to see anything with all the snow blowing everywhere. You would think that the closer to provo the calmer I would get....Negator!! It was tense and I could feel my blood pressure rising, because before me on the highway was no longer road, but tons of snow. I couldn't see the heavenly markings on the ground that would tell me where to drive. All that kept running through my mind was, "Oh..great. We only have one car and I'm going to wreck it." Luckily, I made it alive. There were many honks and glares as I drove through provo at 15 mph. I really don't care because I was soo glad to be home.