Was it tempting fate to post about the fact that the snow was almost gone? Or was it the fact that Michael has been wishing that there would be snow on the ground for his birthday next week? There is of course no such reason for it, but the reality is that over the weekend and Monday/Tuesday we had about 72 hours of snow. Not big fluffy flakes, but tiny pin head kind of flakes. But when it’s been falling for that amount of time, my god does it build up?!
Of course it started whilst we were in Edmonton on the weekend. Sunday morning we awoke and were thinking about what we’d like to do before we went back. As we enjoyed our breakfast we heard that there was a snow storm predicted all the way from Calgary through to Fort McMurray. Deciding that discretion would be the better part of valour, we got in the car and drove, with a commitment that if we got an hour out of Edmonton and the roads were too bad that we would then turn around and stay the night.
The roads were pretty good and we were travelling between 90 and a hundred clicks for hours. It was when we turned north up Highway 3 that things started to get a bit slower. In the main, driver behaviour was good and with the conditions being what they were, I wasn’t taking any chances with overtaking, so if someone in front of me was doing 80, that’s what I did until there was a really really really safe chance to go past them (I think I overtook two vehicles) or they took a different route.
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