Clemson

We  had not planned on timing our escape to warmer climes quite as well as we did!  Winter Storm Jonas (I am not sure by what criteria of severity they have begun to name these storms - the Blizzard of 1993, e.g., had no name) rolled up the East Coast, depositing 30" of snow in parts of Virginia, 66" atop Mount Mitchell, and a respectable foot or so in Highlands.  It pursued us to Clemson where we spent three nights with Anne and where we thought we might run Saturday morning.  But Saturday brought an unexpected snowfall even to Clemson, and the footing outside Clemson Downs was treacherous:

Running would have to wait for Highlands Roadrunner and his spouse until we arrived at Atlantic Beach.