DO I really know what it is like to drive through treacherous mountain passes within the "whiteout" conditions that so many in SNOW driven areas KNOW all to well?
I was blessed with a taste of the lifestyle of "living on the edge" - "edge of a cliff" that is... Today, Monday, March 30th I needed to get to a destination about 221 miles away and the road conditions were less than favorable. They were really NOT in my favor, it had been snowing over night and was at a steady off/on flow during the morning hours.
As I started out my day, I did as any good driver would do and I asked Ben Jones to keep checking on the weather, really to see if chains were going to be required on the mountain
passes that I would be traveling along the 70 East, and to see if it would be wise to stay with the Jones' one more day until the storm lifted. I was given the phone number for the current
weather conditions and some safe places to stop if I needed to and then off I went...
The first 30 miles or so were as easy as driving hot wheels through powered sugar and then it started to get bad. The snow as it landed turned into ice, as I reached for my windshield wipers I noticed that the wiper fluid was not going to come out because it had been frozen over night, I was just sure of it. For a while the wipers did a manageable job, nothing close to the excellence that I was expecting because they had just been replaced. In fact in no time at all there was a large area, in my line of sight that had become so iced over that the blades were not able to clear it away... I started to look at other cars and noticed that not one of them was trying their wipers, so I must have been giving away the fact that I lived in CA most of my 30+ years of life.
As we, me and the other motorists slipped and slided along, I started to notice that it was getting heavier and heavier and harder to see very far ahead of me. The line and steady stream of cars and 18 wheelers ahead told me that even the locals were using every ounce of caution on this journey as well. Then it happened, what I was hoping and praying would not happen... I came across a sign on the side of the road that was flashing all of it's cautionary lights. The sign noted that ALL motorists would need to stop to put on chains. At this point the sn
ow was
really coming down and we were on a steep incline, the side of the road had been replaced with a large mound of snow that a plow must have produced when it came through hours before, exits and off ramps were closed with more and more motorists stuck in the same position.
Then I saw it, what I had been fearing in the back of my mind...An officer pulling over people without chains from the number one lane. I quickly thought to myself that if they really pulled me over that
would be the end of me and my trusty transportation. I buckled down and had both hands on the wheel, ready to down shift at a moments notice, pulled over behind the big trucks that had on chains and were breaking up most of the ice and just started to pray again, this time out loud... This went o
n for over 40 minutes and many, many miles.
I am so thankful to have arrived at MTI, Mission Training International, through all of the trials, leaving the snow and cold outside and getting adjusted to my new living quarters for the next 5 weeks.
It was a tough drive but GOD got me through it.
I know that there will be times in life that I go prepared for one thing and other things will happen, will I be able to hunker down, concentrate and call out to GOD for help in making the best decisions or will I hide in what seems safe at the time? This time the RISK was worth the lesson and I arrived safely, with many lessons to remember for the future.
I wonder if this was just really great hands on training for something to come in the future? Maybe the next time it will happen in Madagascar and be a MUD storm for all seasons, only GOD knows...

