Hmmmm. Snowy weather coming home.
UPDATE: As we travelled higher, through Vail and upward, the rain turned to slush turned to snow. The pavement started showing snow along the edges, and then between the lanes, and then …
Well, not thirty seconds after I shot this, as we passed over the top of the pass and began down, we had snow between the “ruts,” we had traffic coming to a braking stop-and-go, we had at least one car ahead of us spin out in slow motion and into the center area (which, mercifully, at that point was just a low depression, not a drop-off), and we were doing a bit of skidding, too …
Jim was driving this leg, and I was both deeply regretful for the inadvertent imposition (which he handled with aplomb) and guiltily grateful that it wasn’t me behind the wheel, since I hate that kind of driving.
It lasted for several hours about twenty minutes, until we had lost enough altitude (in a controlled fashion) for the road to go back to just dark and wet, not snowy, and things picked up again, and I was able to abandon my riffling through the AAA guide for hotels in Frisco. Never got that bad again on the trip, even up at Eisenhower. By the time we swung onto 470, everything was dry (if still overcast).
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