I forgot to post this picture before Christmas, blinded, or at least made too giddy to remember, by the joy of finally arriving home. But here is a picture of the plane that served as our escape out of snow-blanketed Washington — Rochester, New York, our north star.
To be sure, we were a little nervous when, instead of putting us on an airplane, they put us on a bus on the tarmac.
But totally worth it. Aside from it saying Air Wisconsin on the side, how very Jackie O.
On another yet related note, Jon and I just drove through the worst whiteout conditions I’ve ever seen — visibility of literally 20 feet max — and none of these Michiganders are slowing down for a hot second.