Sunday was interesting. In Calgary, Alberta, a snow storm descended.
Now, for the past months I have traveled thousands of kilometers. In whiteout conditions, in fog, on ice covered roads, behind trucks spewing splatters of brown water on the windshield, behind shaky red lights I presume were vehicles preceding me, and generally in winter road conditions none too nice.
Sunday was a day of wind and snow. At least for the hours we had scheduled to visit some friends.
Cynthia and I had sung in a trio 30 years ago. The other trio member was to be in Calgary on Sunday. We had not seen her in decades. She would be attending a church service just down the road. A mere 30 minutes away.
We had arranged to attend the service.
Until the snow began. I started out on the road. The first kilometer was ugly but passable. Then a blough of trees gathered the snow and caused a drift to cross the road. We motored through and I began to wonder what would come next. And what the road would look like two hours later, on our return trip.
I may have seen many kilometers of winter weather, but this was a bit too scary for me. And with a passenger of great worth, I decided to turn back. The return trip allowed us to attend another church service – which was worshipful and restful. Unfortunately, meeting our friend will have to await for another time!
I do like the manner in which you have presented this particular challenge and it really does offer us some fodder for thought. However, coming from what I have witnessed, I really hope as the remarks pile on that people today keep on point and don’t get started upon a soap box of the news of the day. Yet, thank you for this outstanding point and whilst I do not concur with this in totality, I respect the point of view.