On Christmas night, the news reports were calling for 3-6 inches of snow for the beach areas of Virginia. Marc's mother lives on a point in the northern area of that region and we weren't sure she'd get walloped the way the rest of the area would.
When we woke up on Sunday morning, the weather guy on TV said "if you have to get out, go now" because the forecast had changed and they were expecting almost 10 inches. That sprung us into action. We packed up the car, threw on some clothes, and got in the car. That area doesn't even have the equipment to plow all the streets. The neighborhood streets were white, but passable as we left.
I had checked the traffic cameras on I-64 before we left (there are dozens along the route we'd be taking), so I know the roads had cars on them and that there were lanes for travel. We drove pretty slowly, despite having four wheel drive, but realized that we were still traveling faster than we normally do heading home in beach traffic during the summer.
Most of the cars around us where other four wheel drive vehicles. There was one Mazda Miata and one Mini Cooper. The Mini Cooper's Minnesota license plate made me wonder if the driver thought we were pansies for being worried about this storm.
By the time we hit Williamsburg, roads improved quite a bit and when we got to Richmond, there was only some snow on the grass. The roads were just a little wet.
We stopped for groceries when we got back into town and laughed when we realized that our car looked pretty rough compared to the others in the lot.
I hope you're staying safe and warm if you're getting snow!