It snowed in Provo. Just so you know.

This morning around 8:00 I don't remember much more than a drizzle of rain.  When I left for the ward basketball game (we won by like 40 points, it wasn't a very seat-gripping game to watch) it was pouring.  Vivi and her car seat got soaked in the 15 steps it took to get from the car to the building.  After the game the rain hadn't let up in the slightest. A few hours later I left with my family to visit Teresa at work and go bowling, and at this point it was starting to hail.  Eating lunch with Teresa was great, as usual.  Just in case there are any Taco Bell fans, Teresa works at the Taco Bell on campus and has several excellent custom menu items that she has invented.  Anyway, after bowling (I broke 100) my family left and I was debating on wandering campus for the rest of the evening until Teresa was off work, or going home.  I noticed it was snowing outside, and figured that I'd wait, because I was certain that it would stop before 9:00.  

I was wrong.

I left trudged through the snow at about 8:00 with the goal of getting Teresa some scrumptious McDonalds french fries, and soon discovered the extreme intensity of my undertaking.  The snow was thick on our car, and I had to use a hat to cover my hand so I could wipe the snow off the windows.  Fortunately I already know that importance of driving slow in adverse snowy conditions, and even more fortunately I've come to assume that most other people don't have the same understanding of how to drive in the snow.  I almost saw to accidents: First as I was pulling out of the parking lot, a car slid a dozen yards or so, horizontally, almost crashing into a line of cars parked outside the law building.  Shortly after I was driving through the Marriot parking lot, and saw possibly the craziest stunt I've ever witnessed in person.  They came into the parking lot off University Parkway, and were driving probably around 15-20 mph down the middle lane (see picture). They didn't slow down at the corner, they just did some professional looking turning and skidding.  I watched in awe (and slightly in fear, because these were clearly crazy people, and Vivi was in the car with me) and as they came out of the turn I thought for sure that they crashed into the sidewalk or something.  When I drove by their tracks though, they were inches away from hitting the curb.  

Absolutely amazing driving, or incredible luck.  Anyway, I digress.  I was victorious in that I obtained the french fries and returned safely home with my family.  

Oh yeah, and it has stopped snowing.