The road down to Mammoth

This was the icy road that we drove down Saturday morning, about 11:00 a.m.  Actually, hubby did the driving.  I sat in the passenger's seat, biting my nails.  He slid sideways a couple of times, but we made it down to the bottom without chains.  Phew!  I really do NOT wish to do that again!  Even up in Deep Canyon, the roads aren't like this (or I haven't seen them the last few years.)  This road was completely iced over.  Fortunately, we had a forest service ranger behind us, so if we got in trouble, I'm sure he would have stopped to help us.  Hubby grew up in western Pennsylvania, not far from Erie, and he is used to driving on roads like this.  As a native Southern Californian, I'm NOT!  It's good to be home.  I really enjoyed our two full days up in Mammoth, with the wood stove going and hot soup, but the dogs and our indoor cat, Abby, really missed us!  There are two dogs asleep right now at my feet.  Our son stopped by to feed them (and his dog, too), but they don't really eat until we return from our trips!  They are very spoiled.