Friday, March 6, 2009

White knuckle day

Mountain passes in Montana/Idaho;
in the snow;
poor visibility;
with dumbasses whizzing by.
I creep past them a few minutes later
while they wait for a tow truck that can't get through.

bad poetry by Sarah.

Damn the weather changes quick! I wonder that we didn't spend more time sitting in the snow gabbing with fellow drivers waiting for the road to clear, than I did actually driving.

Spent the night in Spokane. I'm almost home.


  1. Hang in there! Ya almost got it made. Hugs

  2. Just a little bit more...
    And then you can show us your new place.