A Four Hour Trip?
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A ski weekend at Seven Springs, Pennsylvania - sounds like a great idea! Our son and daughter-in-law arranged for us (my husband and I) and them (2 adults plus 4 children) a wonderful weekend in the Laurel Highlands of western Pennsylvania. Everybody (OK - not the 1 year old twins) ski. I'm sidelined this year because of knee surgery in November, so I became the designated babysitter for the twins! Arrangements were made for a slopeside condo (ski in/ski out convenience) and off we went!
On Friday morning, the weather forecast for our drive east looked to be wintery travel most of the way with possibilities of conditions worsening throughout the evening hours.
Best laid plans never work - at least for us! By late afternoon and about 100 miles from the destination, we drove into a winter storm. Any kind of winter weather possible - rain, freezing rain, sleet, heavy snow - we had it all. Travel crawled at 30 miles per hour! There was a heavy slush on the roads which made changing lanes difficult. With darkness not too far off, it was doubtful we would arrive at the condo before nightfall.
Through cell phone conversations with our son (he was about an hour closer to start and set out earlier than us), conditions further up the mountain had worsened. There were no plows on the roads, and many people were arriving for the weekend just like us! Our son's van had gotten stuck 3 or 4 times, and someone had to tow him to get going. Their adventures started long before our arrival! Besides being stuck in snow with 5 girls (ages 7, 5, and 1 year old twins plus a nervous wife), they had to pick up the keys to the condo, rent ski equipment for the two older girls, and locate the place to give us directions.
By 7:30 pm (we left around 2:15 pm), we had finally started into the resort area. This place was huge! The main entrance was all lighted (white lights in the trees and bushes) and a steady stream of vehicles was heading into the area. The road we needed was just before the drive up information area, and proved to be somewhat tricky, but the Camry successfully made the turn. From that point on it was blind driving. The road had not been plowed, and the only way of knowing where to go was by following the tracks from others who ventured that way. It was mostly uphill - around the mountains - in the dark. And it was still snowing and snowing and snowing!
Our condo was in the farthest group on top of the mountain.
A couple pushers got the car moving ahead of us. The car beside us somehow got around the mess, and headed out on the road - for whatever the reason.
After unloading our car, help our son unload the last few items out of their van, and trudging up two flights of steps with equipment and bags, four brave souls decided to do some skiing in the fresh powder (after all we came to ski). Night skiing went until 10:00 pm. I must say once we were there - SAFELY - it was beautiful! Our condo was located slopeside near the top of a lift. Everything was blanketed in white, and the lights on the slope made for a pretty sight. You don't need to tell our granddaughters more than once to get ready for skiing! They were bundled up and ready before the adults! The next day was much less dramatic!