I'm in a van, like a postal truck but with seats in the back. I'm sitting in the bench seat in the last row, with a very freckly girl. The car is driven by Craig from the climbing club. We're on a snowy road, like Bell Road down by the highway. We're trying to get toward Portland, to home, but he can't seem to get through the snow. We keep turning around, taking a run at it, slipping, getting stuck and turning around, then doing the same thing in the other direction, many times around in circles.

Each time, Craig gets more aggressive with the driving, and takes the turns faster. The girl is getting really scared, so I put my arms around her (which is something I wanted to do anyway). The last time, we take a really fast run at it, and I'm wondering if I should be scared too. But the pavement is suddenly clear on that side, and we make it finally out onto the highway toward home.