Snow Experience

 

We were leaving Mancos, Colorado after having visited Mesa Verde in the middle of a spring snowfall that saw the white stuff falling fast and furious with maybe a one hundred foot visibility.   We hesitated leaving the comfort of this really special B&B, but felt that conditions should improve when we reached lower altitude.  

The setting around the house where we were staying was absolutely beautiful -- a small lake, and trees with mountains in the background provided a most serene setting.  But with heavy falling snow; we loaded the car, cleaned the snow off the car and carefully began our two hundred and eighty mile drive to Torrey, Utah.  

Slowly we made our way around the lake, drove cautiously along our intended route, wondering if we would drive off the road into a ditch at any moment.   We had to negotiate a gravel road for about one-half mile to reach the county road, not being able to tell where the edge of the road began or ended.    Only the faint tire tracks of the last person to use that road gave us any indication whether we going the right way. 

We turned onto the county road and then later onto the main road which would take us to Cortez, Colorado and then to the road to Torrey, Utah.   While some snow had been predicted, the locals thought it was not going to happen at all.   With the tourist season already underway, there was a little concern just how bad the situation would become and what effect it would have on our trip.   Conditions turned out to be reasonably good, though visibility was still poor and the melting snow made the road easy to navigate.  

So on we ventured and with time and a lower altitude the falling snow slowed and I was able to drive ever closer to the speed limit that made our five hour trip into about six hours.   The falling snow dressed the rock formations that lined our route and made them look surreal; it was a sight we never had been fortunate to see before. 

There is not much development in this area and as we continued into the Glen Canyon National Park, all facilities ceased to exist.   Unfortunately too late for us as we then realized what we needed most was left behind in the last town we went through some fifty miles earlier.   A quick check of the map indicated that we had another seventy five miles to go and no town, village or any other potential solution to our dilemma.   

Should we turn back into the snow, which had now stopped where we were or do we press on and hope that our most fervent needs would soon be met.  With each mile the problem became more acute, but yet we persevered even with no solution in sight.   We looked at each sign as it approached,  but after another forty miles there was a remote ranger station about one mile off the main road.    We reached the destination without much time to lose, but with success and much relief.