10 February
The snow, which had been no more than just spitting began coming down in furious earnest, quickly coating the roadway in an inch or more of snow. We continued on, as we were now fully committed to the climb and descent.
As we’re crossing a long bridge, a fire truck frame (just the cab with nothing but frame rails and rear axle) does a 360-degree spin about 200 yards ahead of us on the bridge we’re crossing. I know that if it’s that slick I must maintain momentum