When I got up Friday morning and checked the radar, I could see that I'd most likely intercept some serious winter weather about the time I got to Rawlins, Wyoming. That struck me as extremely ironic, seeing as how the last time I came through Rawlins, Nate and I were forced to spend two nights stranded along that same exact stretch because the interstate had been closed. Evidently, it doesn't matter if you come through in January or May, be prepared to get snowed in when you go to Rawlins!
I prepared myself to encounter the storm in Rawlins, but my calculations were less than perfect and the weather actually hit me in the worst possible place - right in the middle of the mountain pass between Laramie and Rawlins. Ice and snow came down in a thick blanket, reducing visibility to nil. It's April 30 and I find myself cowering behind a Walmart truck so I can skid along in the icy ruts he's left behind, creeping along at 35 mph. Snow plows! Massive 18 wheeler jackknife accident! Winter wonderland! Oy vey. Nerve-wracking, but very beautiful.
When I arrived in Logan, I drove out to meet Bruce at the house we'd be working on together over the next week. We finished up a few things and then met his girlfriend Elin at a downtown eatery for some late dinner. When we emerged, we found that the slushy rain hadn't let up. When I got to Pat and Judy's house where I'd be staying for the next week or so, I gratefully burrowed down into the covers of the bed and dove into the darkness of a deep night's sleep, safe at last from the persistent ice.