I had a project in Tulsa for which I was supposed to visit a site last Friday. When the ice started falling in St. Louis on Thursday around 3:00 PM, my trip was rescheduled until the following Monday. On Sunday night, the ice started falling in St. Louis again, but that was minor compared to what was going on in Tulsa. My trip was cancelled again, but I was finally able to make the trip yesterday. I was greeted by Mother Nature's destructive beauty.
All of this ice caused me to have post-traumatic stress flashbacks of the ice storm in St. Louis last November that led to the best and worst trip of my life. When I returned to the airport, my shoes and socks and bottom half of my pants were soaked through. I was really ready to get home. I made it seven hours later. Next time I’m driving.