“I’m warm as toast except for my fingers and toes,” he said.
Jerry fingered his nose gingerly. “My old schnozzola is getting numb.”
Tagish Charley, who was taking his turn at the wheel, patted his stomach. “Belly say soon time to stop and eat.”
Jerry yawned and looked at the dashboard clock. “Three-thirty,” he announced. “We’ve been on the road for about three hours. How far have we come?”
Sandy studied the speedometer. “A little over one hundred and ten miles.”
“That’s pretty good,” Jerry said. “We’re averaging almost forty per.”
A little while later they passed a river, and now Charley turned the headlights on. Out of nowhere, it seemed, thousands of tiny snowflakes swirled suddenly into the yellow cones of light.
“It’s snowing!” Jerry exclaimed.
Sandy surveyed the wilderness on both sides anxiously. “I’d hate to spend the night out here in a blizzard.”
“We stop soon,” Charley assured him.