The wisdom of planning

My wife and I moved to Colorado in early 2001. After being in the southern suburbs of Denver for 6-7 months, we decided to take a few days off and finally visit the mountains. I found an available cabin and off we went.

It was early November, but the weather was nice, the drive was beautiful and the cabin was nestled amongst the pines at the base of a mountain. We even had a small pond out front and a mountain stream close by. For a couple of city kids, this was about as close to heaven on earth as we could imagine.

Our first morning at the cabin, we went for a walk down a path heading up into the nearby mountain. As it turned out, this was a small mountain road (although it was only wide enough for one car). We decided to go back to the cabin, get in the car and see how far the road went. 

We drove slowly for probably an hour, winding our way around the mountain as we climbed, so we could take in all the scenery. The mountain stream I mentioned earlier was running alongside the road and we saw several beaver dams. The rock formations were breathtaking, the trees were pristine and the snow was glorious. Wait a minute... snow?

We had climbed to the point that we were now driving up a steep, mountain road (did I mention it was only wide enough for one car?) with snow on the ground. It was becoming increasingly difficult to get good traction with my all-weather tires. And oh, by the way, we were driving a 1994 Cadillac DeVille!

Well, to state the obvious since I am still here to tell the story, God miraculously intervened and we were able to get the car turned around. The next 10-15 minutes were still frightening as we descended far enough to get back on dry ground.

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