I couldn't figure it out, considering that the opposing highway traffic seemed to be creeping toward us at a rate of about 30 miles an hour. Was I driving like a granny, fearfully clenching the steering wheel, too cautious for conditions?
Suddenly, I hit a slick patch of roadway, the car did a little sideways skitter, and then I knew -- everybody had been driving appropriately for conditions, but the slowboats had been scared when they crossed a span of ice that was ahead of the vehicles travelling in my direction. After that, it took them awhile to regain the nerve to get back up to speed, which is why oncoming traffic seemed to crawl.
What a relief to finally hit the nice, safe city limits, with its low shoulders and salted intersections. I think I'm growing into less of a risk taker as I age. It seemed a little post-dramatic to swing into Hy-Vee and stock up on food for 2-3 days. You know, just in case we're stranded at home due to ice. It might happen. We wish.
Truly, the winter trees have been beautiful. Mild temperatures in the daytime recently led to three straight nights of damp, dense fog. When the sun rose, trees and bushes and branches and grasses were coated with frost. The first morning, the frost poked out in dramatic elongated triangles, like offshoots from pointy snowflakes. I took a few pictures and wish I'd taken more.

