Dad stopped in Bozeman, Montana to buy snow tires. The tire tech said the pass between Bozeman and Billings would be difficult. Boy, was she an optimist! Dad said it was a 150 miles of glare ice. Mom finally made Dad stop when they slid down a mountain outside of Columbus, Montana next to a locked-up double semi-trailer full of lumber and four freshly slid off cars. We stayed the night in a Super 8 and then continued on again on Saturday.
I had fun on the road - Dad kept running over the warning rumble strips to get traction up the hills - I laughed the whole time! I'm not sure what was funnier - the rumble strips or Mom's ghost white face!
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