I went to visit my pals on Saturday, Kristy, Stacy, Ryan, and Craig.  It was, of course, fabulous, and I am seriously aggravated with myself for not taking any pictures.  I even remembered my camera this time.  How like me.  (To forget to take pictures after making sure to remember the camera. Oh geez.)  I had to drive a new route there, because obviously I've never gone there from here before.  That was a trick and a half, let me tell you.  It took me on all these little roads in the middle of nowhere, roads that weren't even county roads.  None were labeled.  I was a mess, I can assure you.  So, I had Chuck find me a better way home.  The way he had me go took a little longer, but I was able to stay on actual roads with names.  This helped a lot, as it was dark and snowing at this point.  Oh, and it saved my life.  Apparently, it was really bad on 74 just before I got to it.  When I made it onto 74, traffic was crawling (people averaging 35 mph.)  I saw two cars that had flip...