Picture this: you are driving down a mountain in your huge RV, towing your Jeep behind you. It has been snowing a lot and the roads are slick and icy. You are following an SUV with a paramedic symbol on the back, curving around the mountain, going up and down hills, watching road signs telling you the different grades of inclines, signs warning you that large vehicles and trucks should shift into lower gears. You were able to safely make it out of the driveway (which you thought would be the hardest part) and onto these mountainous roads but things are still a little scary.
Suddenly, you round a corner and see that the road becomes pure ice. The SUV in front of you hits its brakes and all four tires lock up on the ice, fishtailing on the road. On the other side of the road is a car in the ditch and two cars parked on the side with people trying to help out. You put on the brakes too, trying to slow down before the curve ahead but you can’t slow down as quickly as the SUV, which is now almost stopped. You are pumping the brakes, trying to get enough traction to slow down. You see one of the guys step out of his car to go over and help the car in the ditch.
You begin to honk your horn furiously as you swerve into the center of the lanes. The cars on the other side look at you in panic, a huge wall of RV coming straight at them. The man who got out of his jumps out of the way of the oncoming RV and you narrowly miss him. You somehow weave your way through the maze of cars, like threading a needle. You maybe have a six inch clearance on either side and you see the guardrail with the drop off coming up ahead of you. Somehow, you manage to make it through without hitting anyone and you slow enough to make the next turn and not go off the edge.
You begin to breathe again, wiping your sweaty palms on your pants, as you thank everyone and everything that a guaranteed tragedy was avoided.
This is exactly what happened to us on our way back down from Cripple Creek, CO. It was terrifying. Andy and I looked at each other and said we never again wanted to experience such an entertaining drive in the RV. We couldn’t help but think about what could’ve happened to us or to the other people. We are now safely parked outside of Pueblo, CO and thankful to have made it here!
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Whoa! I drove those same roads during winter a few years back, but just in the jeep portion of the equasion, that was white-knuckle enough for me! Keep it real out there… which means: stay scared.
It was pretty scary stuff! But we are doing our best to stay safe:)
Why are you folks not in California? It is warmer there and NO SNOW!! Good thing you know how to drive on icy roads!! GOD Bless you Both!!