Yowsa; we set out about 11am for the care facility where the FIL now resides. A few scattered flakes were falling. About 2/3 of the way there, we drove into it. A couple of minutes after that, we drove slowly unto the ramp from Michigan 24 to I75, zigzagged all over the ramp, and crept on hardly believing we hadn't gone off the ramp. I went right back off the ramp to head back north, and enjoyed 30 miles of driving as nasty as I've ever seen in my life. NO traction, crud freezing on the wipers, stretching to see through what spots stayed halfway clear. A pickup pulls across short in front of us, I'm scared to brake and scared not to, he makes it before we hit, and my heart gradually slides back down from the throat. We made it home unscathed. It's been an hour or so. and I've settled back to feeling fairly normal. April ????