Our first big snow and the roads were bedeviling last night. I left town on an earlier train trying to get home before the worst of it hit. But Amtrak is not reliable and we were stopped for forty minutes in the Bronx because of a stalled Metro North train ahead of us. This is customary now. Infrastructure deteriorates by the day and our politicians dawdle.
Once in Hudson and heading home, the white sheets of snow, the winds, and the lack of any guide other than the midline studded strip, made for impressive conditions. I missed the turn-off from 9H but was able to back up on the highway since no one was on the roads. Turning off onto my country road it was worse, but the sight of a huge plow blinking red and white like a happy Christmas tree up ahead was a beacon and it guided me safely home. After feeding everyone I fell into a deep and grateful sleep.
All worth it to be able to live in this paradise.