white

I took this one through the windshield on our way back to Iowa for Christmas. I love Highway 52, but sometimes it becomes a treacherous mess. At this point we thought it was just really pretty; snow columns snaking across the black road. About 10 miles later the fun ran out. The snakes changed to roaring waves of blinding white crashing over us from huge wind driven drifts. We imagined being in a boat driving parallel to the breakers during high tide. I don't necessarily like driving a car on a highway when the only thing visible is a mass of swirling white, but I'm sort of glad we did. It was a good exercise in controlling fear and panic. The fascinated laughter from a 10 year old helped. So did the Flaming Lips. In the end, we made it and Christmas vacation never felt so good.
If some sort of boy scout type uniform for living in the midwest existed, driving through a whiteout would definitely earn an iron on badge.