My first remark when I opened the door to the deck was, "Thank God I don't have to ski in this stuff!" It was the consistency of mud! When you walked in it, there was so much water it just squished!
We turned the phones off and went to bed at seven last night and when we turned them on this morning it was to hear a hysterical voicemail (left at 7:15 PM) that DH's brother is in the hospital, in Idaho, awaiting heart surgery (a total surprise). So now we're really desperate to get done, get the heat back on and get out of here. We set out for Traverse City and encountered only a single set of tracks in the snow and an incredible number of fallen trees: 20 or 30 in the first mile! Neighbors had cut enough room for a single vehicle to pass. Unfortunately my beautiful photos are too large to upload!
TC was pretty much a ghost town, but we found a hotel. No TV, no Internet, no elevator: they're on emergency generator, charging locals only $50 a night, but they have heat, lights, hot water, and flushing toilets! Almost nothing is open on "the strip" though: it's really weird.
That convoy can't get here soon enough: the whole pole is down a mile and a half from us, so it doesn't look like help is coming any time soon otherwise!