As the truck pushed through the newly fallen snow I took one last look at the "mobe", then one last look at the lodge, slowly the mountains faded.
The roads continued to get worse and the knuckle got whiter. It wasn't until my husband had to get out of the truck to help orchestrate a group of men to get an ambulance out of the snow bank that my nerves got the best of me. I contemplated tinkling in a Nalgene...my options where limited. Unbelievably, I was able to use that mind over matter technique. With three hours parked in the middle of the highway or at a slow crawl, complete white out conditions, wind strong enough to pick my husband up (it really did) and 4 more days of driving ahead of us, a sigh was all I could conjure up.
(I would love to post pictures, but this connection is super slow...maybe the high winds, blowing snow conditions....have effected the internet as well. A long version of the highway from #$@@ still to come.)