Going down the Flora Grade to Troy in the wintertime for our muzzle-loading shoots is scary.
I left Spokane to head to Lewiston on New Years Eve in the late 1980s and had to bust through snow drifts in my little Subaru to make it.
Coming back from Seattle last November my husband and I spun 180 degrees coming over Tollgate. My husband was driving.
We were trapped on the Grande Rhonde last week from Monday until Thursday afternoon on a float trip. Our only sources of heat were our sleeping bags or an open fire. The lid to the Porta Pottie froze shut and the saline solution for my contacts froze solid.
I did a couple of 360's on black ice without trying and hit somebody's fence down toward Enterprise last winter.