Zeedman
Garden Master
(added emphasis mine)
That brings back memories. I learned to drive on Whidbey Island, WA, where it hardly ever snows... and when there is snow, it thaws almost immediately. In January of 1978, I relocated, and drove from Whidbey to San Diego, towing a second car behind me (that doubled as a "moving van"). We were actually moving a little earlier than originally planned, because a winter storm was hot on our heels. Because of the tow, my headlights didn't quite shine on the road surface, so night driving was a bit of a challenge. It was raining as we drove through Oregon; and since the tow limited my speed, other vehicles frequently passed me, throwing water on the windshield. Moving through Grants Pass at night, that water turned to "mud", thrown up by what I assumed to be construction vehicles, with flashing lights. It was hard to see through the "mud"; but after some time, it suddenly dawned on me that the "mud" was in fact slush, and that the "construction vehicles" were snow plows!
It was my first time driving in snow - in mountains, with another vehicle in tow. I was afraid to hit the brakes, and there was nowhere to turn off... it was a white-knuckle ride until we finally reached the lower (and warmer) elevations. Come to find out later that we should have been using chains in the Pass, so we really got lucky. DW slept the whole time.
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