Oh my goodness...that is quite a hill. At least you all knew what needed to be done to get to Birch. Sounds like you were all responsible drivers and were there to help each other if need be.
And hoping you weren’t the one that didn’t make it.
“And hoping you weren’t the one that didn’t make it.”
I always made it. My ‘85 Riviera and my Matador were better on snow and ice than the 4X4 rigs everyone else had.