After living in the mountains for a number of years I vowed not to drive the high passes in the winter. Yet, once again I found myself doing just that. I was in the ‘big’ truck with my husband and the fear factor was tangible. As we climbed the highest point on a British Columbia’s highway, my heart was pounding and I braced myself for the inevitable.
The traffic was heavy with many awful drivers, braking on steep hills and many slipping off the road. The roads were icy and snow-covered. It was dark. It was snowing. But after what seemed like days we made it – thanks to his excellent driving.
A few days we left again. When we got to Revelstoke – with a loaded pick-up with things I needed in Calgary – Roger’s Pass was closed due to an avalanche. They weren’t sure when it would open. So, not knowing the road, I suggested we go way out of our way to get around the disaster. George agreed and we ended up driving down a long, narrow winding road. At one point we crossed a lake on a small ferry. It was snowing, foggy and dark. I was terrified. Finally around midnight we arrived on the #3 and stayed overnight in a motel. The following morning we left and it was no longer raining, snowing or foggy. We heard the #1 was closed yet again due to a mud-slide in Golden. But it was a pleasant drive to Calgary from where we were. Unfortunately, we no sooner got to Calgary when it started snowing. After a day of snow it was nearly impossible to drive anywhere in Calgary.
But times can only improve. Sometimes snow can be so pretty – so long as you aren’t driving in it.