My Great Escape

I know why Henry David Thoreau went to live deep in the woods. Were he a Washingtonian this weekend, and apprised of the forecasted conditions on Metro specifically and our region more generally, I think he'd return, with me. Near noon today I'll drop off a pair of Inaugural Ball passes to a buddy, return to the office to wish my colleagues a pleasant four-day respite, retrieve a chum in Northern Virginia, and with screeching tires move North and West for elevated sanctuary in the deep snows of Western Maryland. I've been counting the hours to this sabbatical in the snow all week.