The trip home...

Well, certainly a sad story, but we had to leave....



Take a good look, little buddy... Next time the sun comes up, we'll be freezing our little butts off in Wisconsin...

Trip started off fairly nice... Nice 75 degree sunny day as we departed....



Sun setting near the Georgia Florida state line... very pleasant evening... Seems like a shame to go home, really.



A little gas stop in Northern Georgia... Once you're past Atlanta, it's usually smooth sailing....

Then we hit an ice storm in southern Illinois. Freeway closed, wrecks everywhere... Got to take a thrilling detour on Illinois 37, up to a town called Farina, and then back to I-57... Lotta Ice. Ice, ice, and more ice. A smooth, perfect coating of the frozen death...



Saw a lotta these... at least 50 or 60, as the sun came up. Some bad bad accidents. Not a good situation.



Back in Wisconsin, maybe 50 miles from home. Already afternoon the next day. Puttering through the ice storms killed our trip time, and put us in a sparkling mood, to be sure....



As you can see, 30 hours ago, my truck was waxed and wonderful.... Now, it's rain & salt bombed... Nice. So great to be home...



Okay, I guess it's good to be home. My Girlfriend, "The Doc", left me a nice surprise... Cookies, Blueberry Pie, and my birthday gift. Very nice. How can I complain about that.... I can't. I guess it's good to be home after all....

Overall, 3300 miles was covered. I give the Escalade high marks overall. This thing was born to cruise the freeway.

And it bad conditions, it inspires a lot of confidence. On ice, when it starts to get loose, the AWD pulls you back in line quickly. When you're faced with that low-speed icy bridge uphill approach, while others falter to the side of the road, you will proceed up the hill with no drama.

So, note to self: if I ever get another Cadillac Car, it will be an STS-4, not a rear-wheel drive. The weather up here is just absurd. And it's one thing to say "Ohh, I'll be okay." Yeah. When you're stuck, 70 miles from any sort of town of any significance, in a mess, at night, it's no joke. I'm too old to sit in my car for 6 hours waiting for a tow truck. You drive though something like that, looking at the people huddled in their wiped out car... it's no joke. And it must be avoided.

The trip statistics were a waste, with the sitting for hours, idling at 5 mph for hours, detours, etc. So that was rendered irrelevant.

So much for the trip!!

Next time, we will review... "The Round Of My Life". We're talking about golf. Stay tuned.