Generally, Vic and I try to avoid flying into the midst of a natural disaster. But sometimes it just happens.
If you recall, I was caught in a tornado in April in Tennessee, near Knoxville. Golf ball-sized hail totaled my rental car with hundreds of dents on the hood, fenders and sides, and cracked the windshield. I was terrified, but physically unscathed.
By the time Vic arrived the next day, the weather had cleared. We enjoyed delightful weather on the rest of our trip to Great Smoky Mountains National Park. But because Vic missed out on the tornado, Mother Nature prepared yet another weather-related adventure for us.
Did you read the headlines last week about the family who was trapped in a snowdrift in New Mexico for two days? That family wasn't us, but it could have been.
Vic and I flew into Albuquerque in the midst of what their local newscasters called the snowstorm of the decade. We were still there when another major snowstorm hit a few days later.
