My Knight In Shining Silver Dodge

I've officially been rescued. (See Stranded in Miles City post.) Ed pulled his flatbed trailer 738 miles from the ranch to eastern Montana, arriving around midnight on Friday.  Yesterday morning, he got the Toyota up onto and chained to the flatbed. (Note deer hair in the rim of the tire. It's really a wonder that the deer didn't get pulled under the car and flip it off the road.) Then he drove the whole works the 738 miles back the other direction.

My knight in shining silver Dodge.

Going over Lookout Pass last night was a white-knuckle experience, due to solid black ice on the roadway. Even though Ed's truck has a Cummins diesel with every power-booster chip known to the truck-drivin' community, we BARELY made it to the summit with the heavy trailer load behind us. Just had trouble keeping traction on the ice.

And then, of course, there was the fun of going back down the other side--barely crawling, because it was NO place to be tapping on the brakes. I was glad we didn't have live cargo behind us, shifting weight around the curves.

This is one damsel in distress who's pretty darn glad to be home safe and sound.