Reminds me of several years ago in Indiana when I still lived there. My uncle and I in southern Indiana had a case of beer in his Ford cargo van and took off to visit my Mom in northern part of the state during the winter. The farther north we got, the more snow we ran into. By the time we drank the case, the snow was two feet deep. More sober heads might have prevailed and turned back. But not us, we stopped and bought a 12 pack. By the time we reached my Mom's house, we were driving through recently plowed country roads where the snow was to the roof of the van. Snow drifts were up to the roofline of my Mom's house when we pulled into her driveway. My stepdad was a farmer who had plowed out their drive with his tractor. I'll never forget his comment when we walked in: "what the hell are you guys doing here?". The blizzard thru the night necessitated the tractor being used the next day to pull the van up onto the road so we could go back home. Too bad it was Sunday and we couldn't buy anymore beer until we made it back to southern Indiana and could cross the Ohio river into Louisville Kentucky to get another case. I miss being in my 20's.