April Blizzards bring May Whiteouts?

Preface:
It was snowing without sticking when I left home. By the time I reached South Lake, it was dumping. Roads turned to slush and then started freezing under a few inches of whiteout-caliber snowfall.
I had lunch at the little Indian place. It's tasty, it's cheap, and eating there is like dropping coins in Old Faithful: you have an hour and a half until eruption.

1. Karmic payoff?

A CalTrans pickup passed me just as the road drops to two lanes. I figured the driver was one of the last guys still on call and enroute to close Emerald Bay.
I was half correct.

I complain about karma catching up in the form of ridiculous numbers of automotive encounters with law enforcement. Sometimes, I complain about my bad luck.

Cruising along at 15-25, I twice, fortunately while on straight stretches, found myself sideways in the opposite lane. It's one thing to spin out on a turn, while braking, while accelerating, but it's spooky to do so on the flat and level as you're trying to maintain speed.

The CalTrans truck was at the gate, getting ready to close Emerald Bay. But there was business to attend to: a Toyota pickup towing a Haulmark trailer had slid into a Dodge Dakota. The Dakota was crumpled through the rear wheels. The Toyota was pigeontoed and mashed through the doors.
The Dodge Dakota had a red and blue light bar and was driven by the law enforcement Park Ranger who pulled me over a couple months ago.

Maybe my luck isn't that bad.

2. Placer

I made it to my road without incident, but the challenge was ahead: the left turn on Elm, the climb up Placer, the uphill right turn to Antelope at the left sweeper with an outside bank.

I slid backwards down the turn on Elm, narrowly avoiding sliding sideways into the inside corner.
So I went around to Placer to take the straight shot and run the stop sign at the crossing of Elm.
I made it almost halfway up the hill before sliding backwards. Not going anywhere, even after multiple attempts.
After I slid backwards down the hill for what I decided would be the last time for a while, I checked the car--there was an odd sound from the back, like the suspension was stuck. Each bump bounced the spare tire in its compartment.
The rear wheel wells were frozen solid with sloppy crap I'd picked up in the 30 miles since South Lake.

After 20 minutes of chipping away the compacted slush and ice, I made it up Placer. But not the turn on Antelope.

3. Antelope

I made a few runs on the sweeping uphill left with the outside bank.
No luck.

One last go, after chipping the wheel wells clear.
No go.

Time to give up, park in an empty driveway, and walk. Wait until CalTrans guys get out sometime tomorrow--Old Faithful is rumbling.

4. Home stretch

It's been an hour and I'm frustrated beyond measure: I just want to get home, but I can't get up 200' of road, after which I'll be clear. But no luck, no way.

Fine. Fuck you all, I'll just park in someone's driveway and everyone else can just deal.

Driving down Antelope, nice, light snow was blowing up and over my hood.

Found an empty driveway and backed in as far as I could.
The damn rear wheels started to spin.
I hit the brakes, relieved to be parked and done.

I slid sideways out of the driveway, back into the road.

Happy May.