My brother would always make it to the local rural hangout four miles from home when there was a blizzard. The pool table would be opened up, because there wouldn't be anyone else there except for possibly a table of three playing pinochle.
The quarter mile to the main road would be drifted in by the end of the evening, so he would walk to the house and either open the road to get the truck home, or wait until morning. I joined him on the blizzard pool nights a couple years later.
The quarter mile to the main road would be drifted in by the end of the evening, so he would walk to the house and either open the road to get the truck home, or wait until morning. I joined him on the blizzard pool nights a couple years later.