Some measure of order has been restored

When last we left this convoluted tale, the little car was stuck at the end of the driveway and the Jeep was parked behind it. The temperature was about 20 degrees and snowflakes the size of pillows were falling. That was Friday. Saturday I made the better choice and took the Jeep to work and it was the right choice as through the night we watched the weather steadily deteriorate.
One of the last postings I made at work before I left was that winds in excess of 100 mph were expected in the higher elevations near Anchorage, along with driving rain. Rain! Thinking about driving 40 miles in that was at least intimidating. Jeeps aren't particularly aerodynamic and I wondered what that blunt, square shape would do if hit by a 100-mph-gust. Not sure, but I think I found out. I took a blast not too far along the road that rocked the Jeep. I'm not sure if the wheels came off the ground but I could definitely feel a change. That was the point where a new sound developed as well. One thing all those years on boats did to me was make me sensitive to any sound that is out of context. There can be a lot of noise on a boat with engines and generators and hydraulics running but anybody worth his salt will still hear that little ping that doesn't belong. It might as well be a siren because the response is the same. This was more like a whistle and as usual with a strange sound I immediately thought the whole thing was coming apart. Then I had a lucid moment and figured it out. In addition to a lack of aerodynamic integrity, Jeeps aren't exactly air tight either. That sound was wind whistling through cracks around the doors and windshield. Wow. That was a bit sobering.

So, with the vehicle under constant assault by wind and rain, and potentially ice road under the tires and Saturday night drunks on the road, I proceeded toward home at about 40 mph. I have never been so relieved to leave the new road and take the old road even through it was more of a mess and the wind and rain seemed more powerful. And, now I had to go through an avalanche area as well. Add to that the thought of crossing the river bridge broadside to that wind and it sill felt better than dealing with the drunks on the new highway.

For most of the road, the wind wasn't too bad but I still crept along not sure if the road was icy or not. Then I came around the curve out of the woods onto the river bank and it felt like a truck hit the Jeep. Talk about a hard wind. (There's one of those useless adjectives. How hard was it? Ummm. Well it felt like it stopped the Jeep cold, like it had been punched.) The bridge would be an adventure. But, I took a hard gust just as I rounded the curve that leads up onto it. Looking ahead, despite the rain, the wind had blown the bridge pavement totally dry, I mean it was normal concrete gray instead of black with moisture. As soon as the gust died, I floored it and raced across that bridge just as fast as that car would accelerate. Made it all the way across before any more gusts hit. Home now would be a piece of cake.

I backed into the driveway behind the little car and then walked up to the house, looking around for any cracking trees. The thermometer read 50 degrees. FIFTY in December in Alaska. That also meant the temperature had risen 70 degrees in the space of about four days.
At 3 a.m. the power went out.

Then came Sunday. For one thing look at the post below with the bird taking a bath in a puddle in the yard. Nice drive to work. But still some rain and you couldn't be sure whether the road was just wet or icy. Several vehicles were off the road stuck in the median and down the slope from the shoulder. Still people were passing me at 65 and 70. I always wonder what part of wet, icy road, winter, fairly heavy traffic and wind, don't these people get. Even all the vehicles off the road didn't phase them.

Windy and rainy but the roads seemed thawed. Reading the stories, there were several reports of gusts nearly 100 mph and one of 118. By Monday morning the police reported for Friday Saturday and Sunday: 177 vehicles in distress; 124 accidents, and 22 accidents with injuries.
Hmmm Haven't gotten to the restoring order part yet. Well, today: Both vehicles are where they should be, parked near the house and so much snow was melted out of the driveway, no problem getting in and out. First snowmachine is started and running fine. Four-wheeler that was out because the stalled snowmachine was blocking the garage is back inside safe again. The temperature is back in the 20s where it belongs and the birdbaths are frozen over like they should be. And other things are in progress, including the next immersion.

So, as the saying goes: Cheated death one more time.