Donnie vs. The Rockies (part 2)

2ND QUARTER

It was dark. It was almost like suddenly the truck became unstable in the high altitude. Going up hill proved to be a challenge at times, but as long as the gears kept shifting to 2nd I knew I’d be OK. Then, the snow hit. At first it wasn’t a big deal. Ya know, the light fluffy harmless kind of snow. I’d driven in much worse before, so it was no big deal. But the snow kept coming as we continued to climb the mountain.

The snow came down hard and fast, and as I drove it felt like I was pushing the truck up the mountains rather than driving it. There was one point I believe I heard the mountains laughing at me when I switched my lights to high beam. “Are you serious? You think that’s going to help you?” Turns out it was just the wind and my mind playing tricks on me.

Just so you all know, my vision is a bit questionable, but I have faith in what my eyes see behind these specs. I say that because if you were sitting next to me in the truck, you would have seen my face inches from the windshield as if I was legally blind. I don’t know why I thought that would help, but for about 100 miles I was lunged forward in my seat trying to stay in my lane.

Oh that’s another thing. Lanes? They just didn’t exist. The game was now “get in where you fit in”. There were two lanes, but there was no way I was going to attempt to pass anyone way up here. I just wanted to get out of this snow alive. Just when I thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, I flipped the wipers to clear the windshield.

No windshield wiper fluid.