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Why is it that the hardest part of all my adventures is trying to get home? I drove back up 395 through Mammoth, which was great until just after Bishop, then it started snowing a lot. I made it over that pass ok and got back down low around Mono lake, but then going up that pass it started rocking out the whiteout blizzard dude-wheres-the-road sortof thing. So I stopped and put on the chains (voluntarily, without prompting from the chp, which I think is a first), and managed to fishtail my way and over that one. The next one was fairly uneventful, and I took the chains back off once it got back down going into Reno. But then 80 up to home was closed due to too many stupid people with drivers licenses, so to kill some time I went to watch Harry Potter (which was obviously good), but it wasn't long enough because once it got out the snow was worse and the highway was closed even further from home, so I slept in the parking lot for a bit. Eventually they opened 80 back up again, but only to locals (and my drivers license still has the LA address), so I went up, put the chains back on, and managed to sweet talk my way through (I got mad charm yo). The highway up was fine (and empty) so that part was good, and then I got to paddle-wheel my way up northwoods to the house, where all the parking spaces were full of cars or more snow, so I got to trench myself into one of the unplowed ski area lots down aways. Managed to beat Zan and Dev and Roommate up by a couple minutes, even though they started from SF about the same time I left from Reno. But hey, at least we got another two feet of snow. Cause it was getting a little thin.