Slip, sliding along.....sr160 in the Colorado Mountains

Reading my child from another mother's blog reminded me of our hair raising adventure last week. Bruce and I drove to Centre, Colorado to pick up some service bodies for work. While driving back we got caught in a blizzard going up South fork pass. We got behind a snowplow and had to slow down, which turned out to be a wonderful blessing. We started to slid and our tires began to spin and then we couldn't go any further up the mountain. I was praying to get enough traction to get us up to the summit which was about 5 or 6 miles further. Thank goodness HF didn't answer that one. I didn't realize that there was a 7% grade going down the other side with hair pin turns and drop offs. The road was a solid sheet of ice about 3" deep. Every time Bruce would try to go forward we slid down the road going toward the drop off. I was tempted to jump out of the truck but figured if Bruce was going over the edge so would I. Another miracle was that I was not swearing. I was shaking and terrified but not a bad word came out of my mouth. Bruce was braking and we were sliding further down. Finally the thought came to him to take his foot off the brake and throw the truck into park. The truck finally came to a stop after sliding about 5 feet. I forgot to mention that we were pulling a big trailer now loaded with the service bodies. We ended up in the middle of the road. With no where to safely stand out of the truck we sat like sitting ducks as cars, trucks, and semis sped down and up the road sliding all the way. And there we sat for 3 hours. People drive crazy in storms. My cell phone had a signal so we called where we had been earlier that morning and had them send someone with chains. A tow truck finally showed up and took us to the summit where now there was a white out over snow and ice packed roads. We know we were being watch over. Without chains there was no way to safely make down the mountain with all the weight we were towing. Within 20 minutes of being towed the angel from down below brought us the chains. We both felt humbled and grateful when we got off that mountain and back on dry roads. I guess Garth Brooks knew what he was talking about when he sang "Thank God for unanswered prayers."and I would like to add "Thank God for answered prayers too.