Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Atlanta, Georgia's Big Snow of January 2014


(please note that my co-worker and I were also in Atlanta for 
the Big Snow of January 11, 2011)


We started the day in Tucker, GA –east side of Atlanta, our job was just inside the Perimeter aka I-285, which is the perimeter road that goes all the way around the city.  In the late morning we drove about 85 miles to the East on I-20, and around 12:30pm it started to rain, but it was freezing rain, which is to say that the sound was like large grains of sand hitting the wind shield, but little moisture appeared on the glass.  The freezing rain continued in that area for the next 2 or 3 hours. 

On our way back to Tucker, when we reached the Lithonia area, still on I-20 the rain turned to snow.  It was impressive in that it reduced visibility, but not really significant as the snowflakes were tiny.

We dropped off the hearing truck in Tucker and got on I-285.  And the adventure began….   Traffic was light, and it was easily possible to go as fast as 40mph.  So we made good time for about 5 minutes, and then we came to the backed up traffic.  Apparently there was either an accident or a breakdown (or both) about 5 miles ahead of our location.  The Google GPS in my phone showed symbols for accidents and breakdowns.   Traffic barely moved for the next hour and a half.

(photo from WSB Facebook page 01/28/2014)

I believe that the main problem is that so many of the locals are afraid to go more than 2mph – I am NOT exaggerating that at all!!!  I passed a great many people who were barely moving.   In my opinion that is just plain stupid, because, with the proper following distance I could so easily go 25 to 30 without sliding.  Another problem is that there a lot of hills and a lot of idiots who just stand on the accelerator and they wonder why they can’t get traction on the ice.  On a side street --it must have really freaked them out that I just slalomed on through with no traction problem at all.  It was only after we decided to turn around and go back that those who could not get traction were getting to the top of the hill.

We proceeded to the other side of the highway and there found La Botana Tex Mex Restaurant and decided to have dinner –and use the ‘facilities’.  We had been on the road for 2 -1/2 hours and had traveled 8.7 miles from our starting point in Tucker.

A particular annoyance during all of this was people who kept their hazard lights flashing.  It was hard to know if they were moving or not.  We started to just call them the “stupid people”.  It does no good at all to keep your hazard lights flashing in a situation such as this, it confuses and annoys others.

We spent over an hour on a ramp, waiting to get back onto 285.  This is where we started to see people walking.  They were coming up the ramp from the highway.  A man with a backpack, who stopped and talked to someone in a car ahead of us.  A lady carrying a bundle that proved to be a small child, with a blanket over it’s head and a tiny pair of booted feet dangling out the bottom.  A man and woman, who later returned with 3 children over the age of 7 (I am guessing because of the size of the children compared to the adults.)  this little group was later seen, by us, walking up a different ramp exiting the highway.  All the while we noticed the random school bus, and I prayed that there were not children in those school buses, but according to the radio there were , in fact, a great many children still on school busses that could not reach their destinations.  We also heard on the radio (WSB talk radio) that there were children who never left school and were spending the night, along with the school’s staff as no one could get home anyway.

                                            (photo from WSB Facebook page 01/28/2014)

By 12:50 am we had again been sitting in traffic for another 3+ hours,… and we had not gone more than 11 miles from our starting point in Tucker.  I had spent over an hour watching an ambulance, first just the reflection of the flashing lights off of other vehicles behind us, and then it passed us and wove on through the traffic until it finally came to a standstill, as it appeared had all of the traffic ahead of us.  By luck we were just before an exit ramp.  We decided to get off of 285 and look for a bathroom.  

After a few blocks on Roswell Road NE in the Sandy Springs area we did find a McDonald’s.  The parking lot was full, some cars empty and others with engines running and McDonald’s food wrappers on dashboards, but there was a sign on the McDonald’s door that stated that only the drive up was open, so we got back on the road. 

At this point we had decided to not bother trying to go back to 285, as there was a long line of cars waiting to do just that.  We went in the opposite direction—away from 285, with no other traffic at all.  My co-worker used his gps to find a route for us to take.  We followed Johnson Ferry Road NE in a north-westerly direction.  Until we saw the police officer….. On Johnson Ferry Road Northwest near Riverside Drive Northwest - ICE covered roadway – uphill like a 6% grade –very steep uphill….. the police officer directed us to drive North in the Southbound lanes.  The Northbound lanes were filled with apparently abandoned cars.   It was a tense few minutes trying to get up the steep grade without letting the car come to a stop in a line of cars –not easy at all.  There was a lady in a Volkswagen Beetle who more of less led the charge, real gutsy lady.  At the top of the incline there were more cars that were stuck, and there was someone with a large pickup truck, who we guessed was going to try to get some of those stuck vehicles moving again.

We proceeded in a Northerly direction until we found an open gas station/convenience store. There were restrooms, and some folks who were interested to hear of our adventure of the previous 8 hours. They advised us to continue Northward to Roswell Road NE.  That is what we did.

Once on Roswell Road we proceeded at a reasonable pace of about 25mph on very slick roads.  There were abandoned cars everywhere, some still in the roadway, left wherever the drivers became too afraid to proceed.

On Roswell Road NE between  Robinson Rd NE and N Marietta Parkway NE heading towards N Marietta Pkwy, there is a rather steep downhill again like a 6% grade.  ICE covered roadway. There traffic was just at a complete standstill, with a garbage “scow” big truck at an angle blocking two lanes.  I was able to drive down the steep grade, with my foot on the brakes most of the way down.  We slid just a little bit and I aimed for where dry pavement could be seen, and the minivan stopped.  Then I was able to proceed, simply by taking my foot off the brake pedal, to the bottom of the hill and make a right turn onto N Marietta Parkway NE.  This road was completely deserted and dark, with only abandoned cars lining the side of the road, side by side by side, all parked at an angle.  I was able to go 35 mph, with no obstructions or inclines.

At approximately 1:45am we entered a nearly deserted Interstate 75.  There was a light snow covering on most of the roadway, with some pavement showing through where previous travelers had made it through.   On I-75 it was possible to go 40 to 45 mph.  Along the way, I am guessing it was the Kennesaw area, there was a traffic backup on the Southbound lanes that went on for 8 miles! 
They were parked for the night.....  Cars, some abandoned, semi’s, and all kinds of other vehichles.
The farther North I drove the better the condition of the roads, and by Cartersville I was able to go 55mph.  At about 4:45am we pulled into McDonald’s in Dalton, Georgia.

After that the roads were clear, very little snow or ice, and by the other side of Monteagle no snow or ice on the roads at all.  The rest of the trip was uneventful.  It took us 24 hours to travel approximately 815 miles, but we finally made it back to Rockford, Illinois –sunshine and about 20 degrees.


                                             abandoned cars near Roswell, GA 01/29/2014
                                                               --the day after the storm


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My post to the WSB Facebook page:  we are from northern Illinois, and we listened to your informative programming Tuesday night. we were on 285 for 9 hours ..out of Tucker, trying to get to I-75 north. I don't know where we got off the interstate, but that's when the fun began. on some ferry road, south of Roswell-- over the hills. lots of fun driving up steep, ice-coated hills. made our way up to Roswell Rd, headed west toward I-75. more ice coated hills. the last hill ..down to Marietta Hwy was a. real doozy!!
but we are from the North, and we know "how it's done"; got around all the stopped cars and made it down. got on I-75 ok. saw a 8 mile southbound stretch packed full of stopped vehicles. there must be 1,000s of abandoned vehicles on the north end of Atlanta-- all over the roads, and in the breakdown lanes. anyway, we made it Tucker to Dalton in 13 hours. made it out alive....   (from my Galaxy III, blah, blah, blah)

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HEY ATLANTA!  THIS IS A SNOW REMOVAL PLAN:




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this pretty well sums up our exit from Atlanta....

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and:




Thursday, January 2, 2014

My feet get cold in the winter time.....

What is it about the dead of winter, and winter has barely begun, that makes one feel so very alone and melancholy? perhaps all this talk of gatherings, and meals shared,.... and it makes my mere existence feel so much more solitary. sadly, singularly alone. and no one to share anything with, just alone. all. the. time.
Make no mistake, I am very grateful to be included in my ‘peeps’ holidays:  Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter,..the occasional other odd event: birthdays and such.  I thank them from the bottom of my heart.  I am grateful and touched that you all include me.  You are generous beyond measure simply for including me and making me feel welcome.
That said, I am beset with an overwhelming feeling of aloneness. 

Singular
adjective
exceptionally good or great; remarkable.
synonyms:
remarkableextraordinaryexceptionaloutstandingsignalnotable,noteworthy; More strante or eccentric in some respect.

synonyms:
See also: distasteful, or odd:
adjective
different from what is usual or expected; strange.
synonyms:

happening or occurring infrequently and irregularly; occasional.
synonyms:
spare; unoccupied.
synonyms:
separated from a usual pair or set and therefore out of place or mismatched.
synonyms:
mismatched, unmatchedunpaired

Now, do not get me wrong, I not only like being considered different, eccentric, and unconventional, I embrace that part of who I am.  I am proud to be an example to girls or young women of the reality that a woman can live without another.  Strong and free.  “I am woman, hear me roar…”  HELL YEAH.
But being almost constantly alone, having no real friend to spend face time with…..  it is more than a human being can bear.

Since I am alone so much of the time I have plenty of time to contemplate this alone-ness.  It comes to me quickly, whenever I am ‘included’ in a group, no matter where amongst them I sit, I am still all alone.  Everyone seems to be ‘in progress’ in some conversation or other and I am on the periphery, no matter who invited me, no matter who else is without partner. 

I am the wanderer.  I am renegade.  I am the midnight rider.  Desperado. … Cast out, disincluded, disassociated.

You are born alone and you die alone, and if you are very lucky you spend the time between those two events surrounded by people who love and support you.  If you are not lucky…….

Equations for these physical theories predict that the ball of mass of some quantity becomes infinite or increases without limit.


ALONE. 


The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine 
It's hard to tell the night time from the day 
You're losin' all your highs and lows 
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away? 


all feelings go away....


(The Eagles. Desperado. 1973)