(Sunday, October 13, 2013) Four days after the start of the Black Hills blizzard, eastbound Interstate 90 reopened and we headed home.
The ditches were lined with tipped semi-trucks, buried cars and dead cattle. All of which put us in a very somber mood.
At about 40 or 50 miles out from Rapid City, something along the westbound lane caught my eye. Standing at the very edge of the shoulder was a lumpy snowman with no arms and a pointy head. I thought I was seeing things. But as we drove further we saw more and more pointy-headed snowmen. And a large igloo-shaped snow fort.
How long was the family trapped on the closed section of highway? Thankfully, it seems they had plenty of warm clothing. Their snow sculptures filled my heart with joy.
I’d love to hear the story on that one! Did they survive in the igloo and go out and make snowmen when it stopped?!