If you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes. It’ll change.
Planning any kind of a winter roadtrip in New England is ridiculous. Take this coming weekend, when we’ll be heading north for the campground holiday party.
Ideal plan: We head up Thursday night, giving Mr S a headstart on sledding, the guys all plenty of ATVing time, me time to work on my book and the holiday party Saturday afternoon.
Forecast: Extreme cold
Okay, so Mr S will head up Thursday night and then the boys and I will drive up Saturday morning for the party, meaning we only spend one night in the tin can. This means the boys and I can meet my sister halfway between houses and do a mini-xmas on Friday. Good plan.
Forecast: Let’s throw some snow in there for Saturday!
Hmmm…maybe the boys and I could meet my sister on Friday and then drive up to the campground Friday night, beating the snow. But, depending how much we get, I could have trouble getting the stupid rear-wheel-drive car home on Sunday.
Forecast: Oh hai! Let’s throw in some snow on Friday, too!
Now I’m just getting pissed. If the boys and I want to be at the party, we’re going to have to go up with Mr S on Thursday night and spend the long weekend there. And I’m going to have to change the date with my sister. The kids all go back to school Monday, so we’d have to do it this Wednesday.
I have no doubt if I call my sister right now and make a date for Wednesday, the forecast will change again. In the meantime I will sit here, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of cold-weather crap we’ll need for a long weekend up north.