Friday night Jennifer and I went to Billings, I went to class she went shopping. About half way to Billings it started to rain. Great, now this will freeze and I will have black ice all the way home.
It had rained all the way back home, at least the roads were just wet. It didn't start to freeze yet, but when it did driving on the roads was going to be fun.
Things were very slick Saturday morning. We went out for our regular Saturday morning coffee and the parking lot at McDonald's was very slick. One of the employees had parked his pickup in the back. This section of the parking lot has a small incline. A customer came in and reported that there is a pickup right in the middle of the parking lot and it is creating a hazard. Now you know it is very icy and slick when your parked vehicle slides down an incline.
We left for Sheridan later in the morning. The roads were bare and dry and it was beautiful. We ran around Sheridan and looked in the stores before meeting our friends for dinner. It had started to snow later in the afternoon and it got worse as the night wore on.
Our friends were concerned about us driving all the way home in the storm. It was snowing so bad that visibility was next to nothing we ended up staying the night at a local motel. Sheridan got a good 8 inches of snow.
We left early in the morning. I wanted to leave later, give time for more traffic on the road, but Gary wanted to leave early to miss all the traffic. It was slow moving going home. In Wyoming the roads were snowpacked and icy and poor visibility. We got to about Wyola and the roads were nothing but ice. The state plows and sanders were out, but didn't help much.
Semi drivers are the worst. They all think the roads are bare and dry no matter what the conditions. In Wyoming the snow was light so when a semi passed you were in a total white out. I'm sure those semi drivers laugh about it. We only had one scary incident on the way home in Montana.
A semi came barreling up behind us and when he went to pass his trailer started to fishtail. Fortunately he got is straightened out and didn't hit us. What a relief.
Once we got to Garryowen and out of the hills the roads got better the further west we went. By the time we hit Hardin, roads were just wet.
Not the first time we drove on bad roads and probably won't be the last, but I sure don't want to experience that again. It took us nearly two hours to get home, which really isn't that bad.
This is how the roads were on Saturday.
This is how the roads were on Sunday
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This is why I love retirement. I can pick my storms. Don't have to worry about getting from point A to point B in a driving blizzard. And I don't even want to deal with it anymore.
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