25Days #341 White Out
It was fall 2005. We had taken a few days off work and gone to Central Oregon for a bit of relaxation. My goal was nothing more than listening to good music, a bit of photography, writing and sketches. My husband’s goal was several rounds of golf. We both achieved our goals and enjoyed the beautiful fall weather, relaxing dinners together and cozy time by the crackling fire.
Reluctantly we packed up and left. No weather warnings were in place, but rain was expected. We headed for the mountain pass that would take us back home to the valley.
Out of nowhere a freak white out hit with full force. It was beautiful but perilous as the road winds along the edge of steep drop offs. The road became ever more covered and slippery as the snow piled high. We were discussing our best options when we came upon a road plow and gravel crew. We tucked in behind them and made a safe trip back to snow free roads.
Cheers to snow plows,
PS When the conditions became white out stage I could not see to take photos and my husband had me watching the road on my side of the car as he maintained control in dangerous conditions. We would not have chosen to be there at the time, it simply was unexpected. It is the mountains and they demand their respect.