I drove up to my friend Peter’s cottage in Bancroft last Friday, knowing full well that there would be 15cm of snow over the weekend. It was good times all around. I won’t go into further detail, but there is potentially embarrassing video in existence. Luckily I just met guy in possession of it and he doesn’t know too many of my friends.

Despite the knowledge we had of the weather, I had no idea it would be such hell on the way back. We wanted to go back Saturday evening but I got too hammered. It was still snowing anyway, so we decided to leave the next morning. We all got up at about 7:30am (8:30 after adjusting for DST, ugh) on Sunday. It took about an hour of shovelling and pushing to get all 6 of the cars out of the driveway. Not long after we started on our way out and while we were coming down a slope, I saw one of the cars behind me start to lose control and go into the ditch. We all stopped and tried to figure out a way to get them out. Luckily a nice man from a nearby house came out and provided us with a rope. We used the Jeep in our group to pull the car out and were on our way again, only slowed down by another hour. Woohoo! (By the way, this was the only car in the group driven by a female. Conclude what you will.)

The drive on the way back was pretty bad as it fluctuated between raining and snowing. There was a stretch on the highway where we had to drive at 50km/h behind the snow shovelling truck because visibility was so bad and there was no traction. The normally 2.5 hour drive took us about 3.5-4 hours.

Winter is over?!