As we began to climb the mountains, it was a pretty ride.
Then we began to see the sky getting darker in the distance. I had hoped that we would turn away from that area.
And it looked like we may get lucky as the sky began to get lighter.
As we continued, the rain began. Damn, it seems like every time I wash the coach it rains.
As we continued our climb up the mountain range the clouds became darker and there was evidence that there was still some snow in the area.
The road began to show sighs of snow again but we figured it would improve as it had, hey even this dude was enjoying the ride.Then out of nowhere things turned bad really really fast, the snow was blowing around and sticking to the road. We came upon the town of Eager and stopped at an old campground. We were going to stay but I feared getting stuck till the spring thaw so we continued on. The snow began to get lighter and the road was again clear. Looks like we were ok!!!! We still continued our trek because it didn't look like it was going to really do anything but rain off and on.
Well.....you guessed it, things began to get worse and I couldn't believe that this kept happening.
Then it really got bad and I was kicking myself for not stopped back in town.
After leaving our stop for the night we moved on through Silver City, NM we passed this guy. Mmmmm, spooky!
We were lucky enough to get behind a snow plow.....remember, we are in the motorhome and have been in and out of snow for about four hours.
Then we lost the plow and the road. It got so bad that it was a complete white-out with the blowing snow. Now the road is only about one and a half lanes wide and I can't stop for fear of someone running into us. I have now idea how I ever made it without getting stuck or running off the road. Joyce was taking pictures and crying at the same time. I felt so bad for her!
My only thought as this point was to fully concentrate on the task ahead of me and get us safely to an area where we could park before sunset.
Then we lost the plow and the road. It got so bad that it was a complete white-out with the blowing snow. Now the road is only about one and a half lanes wide and I can't stop for fear of someone running into us. I have now idea how I ever made it without getting stuck or running off the road. Joyce was taking pictures and crying at the same time. I felt so bad for her!
My only thought as this point was to fully concentrate on the task ahead of me and get us safely to an area where we could park before sunset.
We drove for another two hours and finally came to a rest area where we could stop and eat. The storm was beginning to let up and the road was wet. We had dinner and were going to stay the night but we were at 6200 feet in altitude and I was have a tough time breathing. Probably due to stress!
Anyways we packed up and moved on down the twisty mountain road at 35 MPH in the dark till we got to the town of Glenwood, NM. There we found an abandoned repair garage and we stayed for the night.
The next morning things began to thaw and I took pictures of the Jeep covered with sand.
And the coach was full of ice and sand mixed. I really can't complain because we made it through without a scratch on us or the motorhome. Someone or something was watching over us on that trip. I hope we never have to go through anything like that again in the motorhome.The next morning things began to thaw and I took pictures of the Jeep covered with sand.
After leaving our stop for the night we moved on through Silver City, NM we passed this guy. Mmmmm, spooky!
3 comments:
paul and joyce, i loved the min by min, hour by hour, excursion. i am glad you two are ok. kelly
Glad you made it safely to a spot you could spend the night and that no one or the motor home was hurt.
Your pictures are awesome ~ thanks for sharing.
I enjoy following your blog. Not sure how I stumbled upon it but have enjoyed your posts and pictures for a few weeks.
Thanks for letting us travel along with you.
Thank you for the kind comments, we are still trying to unwind from the stress of that ride.
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