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It
was
quarter
of
two
in
the
afternoon
and
according
to
the
snow
-
clotted
signs
and
the
Hertz
Buick
’
s
odometer
,
he
was
less
than
three
miles
from
Estes
Park
when
he
finally
went
off
the
road
.
In
the
hills
,
the
snow
was
falling
faster
and
more
furiously
than
Hallorann
had
ever
seen
(
which
was
,
perhaps
,
not
to
say
a
great
deal
,
since
Hallorann
had
seen
as
little
snow
as
he
could
manage
in
his
lifetime
)
,
and
the
wind
was
blowing
a
capricious
gale
-
now
from
the
west
,
now
backing
around
to
the
north
,
sending
clouds
of
powdery
snow
across
his
field
of
vision
,
making
him
coldly
aware
again
and
again
that
if
he
missed
a
turn
he
might
well
plunge
two
hundred
feet
off
the
road
,
the
Electra
cartwheeling
ass
over
teapot
as
it
went
down
.
Making
it
worse
was
his
own
amateur
status
as
a
winter
driver
.
It
scared
him
to
have
the
yellow
center
line
buried
under
swirling
,
drifting
snow
,
and
it
scared
him
when
the
heavy
gusts
of
wind
came
unimpeded
through
the
notches
in
the
hills
and
actually
made
the
heavy
Buick
slew
around
.
It
scared
him
that
the
road
information
signs
were
mostly
masked
with
snow
and
you
could
flip
a
coin
as
to
whether
the
road
was
going
to
break
right
or
left
up
ahead
in
the
white
drive
-
in
movie
screen
he
seemed
to
be
driving
through
.
He
was
scared
,
all
right
.
He
had
driven
in
a
cold
sweat
since
climbing
into
the
hills
west
of
Boulder
and
Lyons
,
handling
the
accelerator
and
brake
as
if
they
were
Ming
vases
.
Between
rock
’
n
’
roll
tunes
on
the
radio
,
the
disc
jockey
constantly
adjured
motorists
to
stay
off
the
main
highways
and
under
no
conditions
to
go
into
the
mountains
,
because
many
roads
were
impassable
and
all
of
them
were
dangerous
.
Scores
of
minor
accidents
had
been
reported
,
and
two
serious
ones
:
a
party
of
skiers
in
a
VW
microbus
and
a
family
that
had
been
bound
for
Albuquerque
through
the
Sangre
de
Cristo
Mountains
.
The
combined
score
on
both
was
four
dead
and
five
wounded
.
"
So
stay
off
those
roads
and
get
into
the
good
music
here
at
KTLK
,
"
the
jock
concluded
cheerily
,
and
then
compounded
Hallorann
’
s
misery
by
playing
"
Seasons
in
the
Sun
.
"
"
We
had
joy
,
we
had
fun
,
we
had
-
"
Terry
Jacks
gibbered
happily
,
and
Hallorann
snapped
the
radio
off
viciously
,
knowing
he
would
have
it
back
on
in
five
minutes
.
No
matter
how
bad
it
was
,
it
was
better
than
riding
alone
through
this
white
madness
.
(
Admit
it
.
Dis
heap
black
boy
has
got
at
least
one
long
stripe
of
yaller
…
and
it
runs
rant
up
his
ebberlubbin
back
!
)
It
wasn
’
t
even
funny
.
He
would
have
backed
off
before
he
even
cleared
Boulder
if
it
hadn
’
t
been
for
his
compulsion
that
the
boy
was
in
terrible
trouble
.
Even
now
a
small
voice
in
the
back
of
his
skull
-
more
the
voice
of
reason
than
of
cowardice
,
he
thought
-
was
telling
him
to
hole
up
in
an
Estes
Park
motel
for
the
night
and
wait
for
the
plows
to
at
least
expose
the
center
stripe
again
.
That
voice
kept
reminding
him
of
the
jet
’
s
shaky
landing
at
Stapleton
,
of
that
sinking
feeling
that
it
was
going
to
come
in
nose
-
first
,
delivering
its
passengers
to
the
gates
of
hell
rather
than
at
Gate
39
,
Concourse
B
.
But
reason
would
not
stand
against
the
compulsion
.
It
had
to
be
today
.
The
snowstorm
was
his
own
bad
luck
.
He
would
have
to
cope
with
it
.
He
was
afraid
that
if
he
didn
’
t
,
he
might
have
something
much
worse
to
cope
with
in
his
dreams
.
The
wind
gusted
again
,
this
time
from
the
northeast
,
a
little
English
on
the
ball
if
you
please
,
and
he
was
again
cut
off
from
the
vague
shapes
of
the
hills
and
even
from
the
embankments
on
either
side
of
the
road
.
He
was
driving
through
white
null
.
And
then
the
high
sodium
lights
of
the
snowplow
loomed
out
of
the
soup
,
bearing
down
,
and
to
his
horror
he
saw
that
instead
of
being
to
one
side
,
the
Buick
’
s
nose
was
pointed
directly
between
those
headlamps
.
The
plow
was
being
none
too
choosy
about
keeping
its
own
side
of
the
road
,
and
Hallorann
had
allowed
the
Buick
to
drift
.
The
grinding
roar
of
the
plow
’
s
diesel
engine
intruded
over
the
bellow
of
the
wind
,
and
then
the
sound
of
its
airhorn
,
hard
,
long
,
almost
deafening
.
Hallorann
’
s
testicles
turned
into
two
small
wrinkled
sacs
filled
with
shaved
ice
.
His
guts
seemed
to
have
been
transformed
into
a
large
mass
of
Silly
Putty
.
