The mountains ahead loom deep blue crowned with the most brilliant white the mind can conjure. Phaedrus is alive and about on this day. I've never been on this road before. I've been here before. Onward, I have no choice.
Quality is in control.
Quality is calling. On climbs the road, there are some more trees along side now. We are climbing into the heavily wooded reaches of the foothills where the mountains shoulder up against the great plains to the east. The transition is slow, we aren't running fast. I still have enough rational control to exercise caution on a strange road in icing conditions.