Unfortunately, Winter Storm Fern arrived just as predicted and left Bloomington with fourteen inches of snow in less than twenty-four hours. I tried not to think about it last night but only slept about three hours worrying about how we would all get home. Cameron obviously wasn't an issue, but Meg, Nick, Doug and I had flights that left at 3:45 today. Cal and Maggie had to drive all the way to Chicago, and even though it was the shortest distance, Brett and Karen had the worst trip home as the roads to Columbus from Bloomington were extremely hilly and windy.
By the time that everyone woke up this morning, I had checked the weather channel and the Indiana Department of Transportation road map hundreds of times. Between the information that I had gathered and the fact that the roads were pretty bad outside our window, we all thought the best thing to do first was call the front desk and ask for a late checkout. Thankfully, they were very helpful and told us that we didn't have to decide until 1 p.m. on whether or not we would need the room for one more night. They also let us know that the hotel was open for breakfast until 11 a.m. which we really appreciated since everything else in the area was closed.
Over breakfast, everyone started to make their plan. Brett and Karen were definitely staying one more evening as all of the counties in between Bloomington and Columbus were in the red for emergency travel only. Cal and Maggie wanted to try to leave at some point today and thought that they would wait to see if the snow subsided at all. Doug asked me to change our flight to the last one of the day with the hope that some of the roads would be clear in the afternoon.
I called Meg once we got back to our room and she said that they were going to go ahead and try to make it to Indy. They felt that I-69 would be clear enough to travel on and that their SUV would be able to handle it. I asked them to call me once they got on the interstate so we could then make a better decision on what to do. The INDOT cameras were still showing a lot of snow on the roads in Martinsville, but there were a few cars out.
As soon as I got off of the phone, the snow stopped. We waited about fifteen minutes but didn't hear from Meg, so Doug and I decided that we would just try driving it. I was very nervous as I knew that I would have to drive due to his tremor but also wanted to get home if possible. On our way to the van, Meg called to let me know that they had picked up Cameron from Cora's and dropped him off at his place and were heading out, so they would be behind us shortly.
There was a clear path on the side roads, but only one lane. The intersections and the exit ramp were a different story as they were extremely challenging to drive on since all of the snow from the plows and the cars that had traveled earlier were piled in the middle. I wasn't sure that we were going to make it the few miles to I-69, but thankfully, we did. Cal called as soon as we go to the interstate and decided that they would try it as well. The weather had not impacted Northern Indiana or Chicago, so he knew once he got past Lafayette, they would be fine driving the rest of the way.
Our trip to the airport was definitely scary with some sections being a lot worse than others. I drove no more than thirty-five miles the entire way. It was hard to see the road for most of the trip, but I could make out the tire ruts from previous drivers which did help. There were a few times that a pile of snow would grab my tires, but since I had a lot of experience driving in bad weather, I knew not to brake, to let my foot off the gas and to hold on to the steering wheel. The worst part of the drive was the several cars that ran up on my bumper going well over fifty miles an hour before passing me. We hoped that I-465 would be clear, but it was actually worse with piles of snow on the exits and in between lanes. The toughest part of the drive was the last five miles on I-70. Doug counted ten cars stuck in the snow on just that section of I-70. Thankfully, a semi was in front of me and Nick was behind me so I followed the one and knew that the other would not ride my tail.
As soon as we pulled into the rental car parking garage, I immediately changed our flight to the 3:45 one even though there was only an hour until boarding as there were plenty of seats and very few people in the airport. Meg and Nick got Shake Shack for dinner while Doug and I took our time getting through security. It was by far the scariest drive that I had personally ever made, and I was extremely glad to be sitting in the airport waiting on the plane to be de-iced before we took off for home.