I drove through a raging blizzard from Santa Fe to ABQ in the winter of '92 to meet my wife, who was flying out to my project site for the weekend. When I arrived at 8pm, I found her flight had been diverted and she wouldn't be in until the morning. Driving anywhere had become impossible and, being a few months out of school, clueless about travel, and relatively poor to afford a hotel for 6-8 hours, I found a bench in the lobby and crashed for the night.