No, this weekend wasn't lost due to alcoholism, as in the famous movie of the same name, but the weather. When I started out from home the sun was shining and the roads were clear, but west of Elgin it rapidly got worse. I finally arrived at a nearly deserted museum. A few other people showed up. Nigel stopped by to report that the few steam guys on hand had decided to stop work, and went out to rescue somebody who had wound up in a ditch on 20.
Then another member (who probably prefers to remain anonymous) got stuck out by Barn 8, so we picked up shovels and spent some time digging him out. It was a miniature version of those pictures you've probably seen of an army of men with idiot sticks digging a train out of Donner Pass. At that point, I decided it was best to go back home. Sorry, no pictures. But the Museum will still be there next week. Keep warm and be safe!