We're back home. We left about an hour and a half after my post above. State of emergency or no, my wife is not allowed to miss work unless she is dead, and then a death certificate is required. I'm being called to dinner, more later.
Okay, we had fun getting out of the driveway, and up the hill out of the neighborhood, then down to US19. There's a 13% grade down that was pretty nerve-wracking, with US19 at the bottom, and a stop sign. There was snow and ice galore until we got the East side of Asheville. From that point on, there were snow plows and salt trucks, and things were pretty much melted, if not completely dry. Except, of course, for Black Mountain. The Eastern Continental Divide was still covered in snow and ice, and made for tough going. Not going up, but going down. Just like in railroading, almost any clown can hold their foot down on the gas pedal going up, but it takes a lot of finesse going back down. We made it, though, without running off the road or running anybody else off the road. No dents in the car, though it's pretty much covered in road salt. As soon as the weather thaws out, I'll be headed to the car wash.