They pulled into an outfitter’s ranch and waited out the storm while they ate dinner and discussed camping there for the night. By this time they had been on the road for 7 hours.
Eventually, the storm passed and they cleared the snow and opened the pass to traffic. Our Great Leader, Connor and another brave soul, Dan, took the trailer over the mountain and then returned to pick up the campers. I wasn’t there, so it would be unfair for me to describe the crossing, but the next time you’re on a steep road, take note of the grade and then try to imagine a 26% grade, no guardrail, on a dark, winding road. Some stuff.
Pic: I’ve been accused of exaggerating, before.
The next morning we packed up and left the Sierras in our rearview mirror and headed into the high desert of Nevada.