I don't even know what that is, but fuck it, I'll take one!

So this weekend the ladyfriend and I went to Tahoe to scout wedding locations. The good news is I think we found somewhere pretty good! Basically it's two houses, one big, one small, with a big-ass lawn in between them, and a view of the lake, if you kind of squint and look to one side. It seems pretty ideal because if the weather is great like it typically is that time of year, the lawn will be awesome, but if everything is horribad, then the inside is pretty big too and will be large enough to support the relatively small wedding we are planning (roughly 75 people). Plus the house has a MAMMOTH TV (like, 60" or something ludicrous) that I expect will make for some epic Rock Band. Or porn viewing. We'll which way things go.

The bad news though was the weather. We knew a storm was supposed to come over the Rockies, but the weather channels all said that was coming in the evening, so since we were planning on getting out yesterday by one, we thought we were covered. Instead, as we were on our way to the property, it started flurrying.

D'oh!

By the time we left the property it was starting to snow pretty good. Neither of us has ever driven in snow before so this was not that rad. We made tracks to the freeway, but by the time we got there, it was snowing HARD, and cars were starting to skid all the fuck around the place. The freeway was totally stopped.

Us: "Fuck it, we need chains."

So we went and paid an exorbitant amount for chains and I somehow fumbled them on with the assistance of a friendly local. All the time concerned that I was fucking up the installation and that my actions would lead to our grisly demise and that shortly I would be simultaneously burning and freezing to death at the bottom of some horrid ravine. At the time we were parked on a snow covered parking lot next to the highway where people were constantly sliding and banging into each other, which added some texture.

Anyway finally we got things sorted out and got on the freeway. Where we waited at a dead standstill for about an hour next to the sign reading: "Donner Pass 1 Mile." My morbid jokes about the upcoming cannibalism fest were not well received I must say.

Finally we got moving at which point we did the roughly 60 mile crawl over the mountainous pass with extremely limited visibility at about 25 mph. Meaning it was about a two and a half hour journey. It was hardcore. I must admit the ladyfriend did all the driving (I volunteered to take over at several points, but she started it and wanted to finish it). My main job was frequently getting out of the car to tear all the snow and ice off of the windshield and wiper blades. Mostly it was very quiet except for the trundle of the chains on the road, and occasionally the sound of some retard zooming by at 65 mph in their SUV. It was kind of beautiful though. Really it was my first time in that kind of weather. At one point I saw a truck someone had abandoned that was half buried in snow.

After we got off the mountain we went to Islands. Islands, what the fuck! I haven't been there in years. Then I took over and drove home in a mammoth rainstorm in the dark.

All in all, an awesome day of driving!