One morning, looking at a few inches of snow, a fairly steep hump out of the site, I get out DW's sports car, (child sized broom, used in camper), to be sure the rear tires where on pavement when hooking up. One of the park hands ran a plow to my site, back dragged in front of my rig, then back to the entrance. For about 2 miles, I was on what I knew is a nice 2 lane road, with no tracks. Just stay between the ditches. Got to the state highway, it was snow covered, but not bad. About 60 miles of that, pretty tense, but no issue. Turn onto the ramp to the 4 lane, wet pavement, good. No traffic, better. Step up the pace, about 60 MPH my world turns to snot. Wet bell, I'm on glare ice!
