Mile 367. Between Rock Springs and Evanston the weather gets snowy. There are a few signs warning that the road is closed at Fort Bridger. I keep driving until an endless line of motionless trucks appears. A few people bail, driving the wrong way down the shoulder until it’s possible to cross to other side. We follow. I think I remember some county roads south of the freeway, and go looking at the first exit. Sure enough, a dirt road takes us past the long string of semi lights to Fort Bridger, and then to an open onramp. With no vehicles on the road, we’re able to drive slowly and deliberately until conditions improve around Evanston. Both of us have driven this section of road many times, and have many diverse memories of it.