Here's a shot in the direction of where I believe Crater Lake lies. The snow banks were really high, and I ran out of road that still had tire tracks on it. There was a spot in the middle of the road where the minivan that passed me by earlier must have stopped for some time, as there was a rectangular shaped patch of wet street (no snow) the size of a minivan, yet surrounded by snow. I decided to turn around here, as it was already past 6PM and I really didn't want to get my car stuck out here.
Oh, and you're probably wondering about the ticket. Or if not, then I'll tell you anyway. I pulled off I-5 at Roseburg to make the 200 mile detour to Crater Lake National Park. I was being a little speedy, and I knew it, too, but didn't back off until I saw the cop ahead of me, who, when he passed me, put on his turn signal and turned around, lights flashing. I pull over and we go through the regular drill. For once I was neither belligerent or obsequious. He left me for a few minutes, but he never returned to his car, only stood behind it for a few minutes. I started running scenarios through my head. Maybe he was calling for backup and was going to search through all my stuff in the car. Maybe my "new" address didn't check out. Then a minute later, he returns to my car and says he's giving me a warning. Phew! I did my best to keep my speed in check the rest of the day.
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