Bluebird, I think we had talked elsewhere about my travels through Colorado (the same trip that took me through Ouray and an overnight stay in Durango). I had mentioned being stopped along the way by a parade and military planes buzzing us...that was Silverton! As soon as I saw the name, it clicked.

Eagle, that's how I felt when we drove to Silverton(it's the same road, not as far north).
I spent most of the time yelling at my husband to slow down and not keep pulling over. I was so petrified that we wouldn't be able to stop and our Suburban would go right down in the chasm. And then he would want to get out with our little children. I kept picturing one of them slipping down and I would lose them.

That is so funny...I wrote the last post before yours went up!

Well I have a good one to relate which at the time almost did me in. In October one year I was in Minnesota and had to drive a big U'Haul to Nevada full of stuff, furniture and boxes etc. I had driven the route many times by car, thought I had a handle on things. One cold blustering snowy morning I found myself approaching the pass in Colorado and had to drive over it to get to the other side. Ever done that. A heavy truck going up. so slow and jerky then all of a sudden a missile flying down the steep hill, riding the brake all the way, white knuckled and crying terrified of going over the sheer cliff on the right or hitting a car sailing by on the left. It was the worst thing bar none I have ever experienced and at the bottom as soon as I saw a placed to stop I did and the woman in the gas station wanted to call an ambulance for me I was hyperventilating so badly.... Never again, no trucks (on mountains) for me not even as a passenger.

Sounds terrifying! Do you know what pass it was?(I think there's a gazillion of them in this state).

chatty, poor thing. I would have been petrified. How did you stay behind the wheel and get to your destination?

Once we were on St. John vacationing with the family. We rented a jeep. Ross and one of the kids were in the front. The two other kids and I were in the back (open air, sitting on benches...how dumb is that?). It began spitting and the streets became slick. We were heading up this cliff when the jeep began slipping backwards. All I could do was pray and hold the kids. All I could think about was us falling out and Ross running over us. Nice way to end a vacation. The tires eventually gripped the ground and we made it to the top...all in one piece.

Why in the world would they rent these jeeps?

This must be the topic for bad driving stories.

A week after I got out of a cast from a car accident, I and a friend from high drove my little red pinto to vail to ski with some other high school friends over Thanksgiving. The poor little car would only go about 20 mph up the mountains. The first day they took out 16 skiers with broken legs, but I was young and fearless so I just kept skiing. The guys cooked a turkey and all the trimmings and buried it along with a gallon of wine at the top of a mountian and we had a wonderful time.

Then the blizzard started. My girlfriend and I were both nurses and we had to be back to work so we bought chains for the car and started home. Traffic was bumper to bumper with cars being hoisted up the side of the mountain all along the way. We were going so slow, my friend would get out and walk beside the car to clean the wipers that froze over with snow.

We finally found a hotel with a room, but it was Unheated. We were both total wrecks so we took the room. We wrapped up in blankets and sat in the sauna fully clothes til we were toasty warm then ran to the room and slept til we woke up freezing and did it all over again.

It was a fun trip though and I have never been so glad to get home.

smile

Junebug...wait a minute. I think I'm familiar with you. Don't you work with Mike on his site of music with Ron? I'm at a loss for the name of the CD but it's uplifting and about freedom.