I’ve never been a big SUV fan. Although we do own one, we seldom drive it unless we are transporting dogs and cargo cross country. Since we’re a military family, that means fairly often. We’ve had ours 10 years, when my dh came home from Korea it was his present (we were newlyweds back then and had the money for that sort of thing). We have moved on average every 1.6 years since then. We’ve thought about getting rid of it, but we always come back to the reality of how on earth we would get the dogs moved. We’ve actually tried fitting them in the our little car, (with the dutchkid, no less) but that wasn’t fun for anybody involved. For this trip to Michigan we took the trusty Civic since the boys are staying at a kennel.
And then we woke up this morning to a ridiculous amount of snow
I have never loved my mother’s Jeep Cherokee as much as I did this morning as it plowed through snowdrifts with ease. Since my mom lives in the sticks her road wasn’t plowed until this afternoon. I now consider myself re-certified in the art of winter driving and I can return to the south having had my fill of snow. And have I mentioned that sometimes I’m glad I don’t live here anymore?