Oddly enough, upon my return from my conference, I saw my father and he told me there was an article in the Chronicle about the snow, so here are some pics of where I was.


Above left: This is the beginning of the line of traffic. DV and I were stuck about 400ft. behind that red truck. I remember starting at that damn thing for hours just hoping it would move.
Above right: This is basically a picture of me, except we didn't have chains on our vehicle and, for once, I wasn't wearing shorts, but I was standing out there a long while hoping blood would flow in my varicose veins again.
Below: Well, if you looked away from the highway, the scene was rather tranquil.

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