“Yes, about 18 miles ahead.”

It is getting blacker, starting to rain. Then suddenly the road is covered with ice crystals, an inch deep in places. I slow to a crawl. Two cars in the ditch.

“How far have we driven on this tollway?”

“Thirty miles, and they want another $1.75”

We make it back to the hotel OK.

Call pizza in + your phone is not connected + wrong number = Outback Steakhouse.

Balanced Rock.