We keep ‘family history’ here on the website so I want to record my mad dash to IA. I finished finals on the first Thursday of December and headed off to Iowa feeling like Santa with my trunk and back seat full of presents. It was a lovely, snowy Colorado picture perfect morning as I began to head east. Little did I know that I would drive the entire 750 miles to the Farm in unlovely snow, ice, freezing fog, and almost every other form of precipitation imaginable. The entire trip the temperature was a constant 19 – 21 degrees. No greater variance – it was the craziest thing! As the day waned, I stopped often to scrape off the headlights and windshield. The miles north of Kansas City were the longest, most dangerous, and arduous. By the time, I arrived in Iowa, I had been driving for over 12 hours and on the road for 14. One and a half inches of ice covered the front of the Caddy! This was BEFORE the ice storm! Continue reading