We were caught in the storm at Beaver on Wednesday. The snowplows were there, but they, too, were caught between the cars and the hundreds of trucks on the roads. Then one snowplow driver put up his side blade, pulled carefully around a car and started to make a path going north. We put our car into gear and began to follow. It was like a big mother hen and all of her chicks following. The roadblock where we had been sitting for 45 minutes was finally broken. I didn't get the number on his plow, but I wanted to give him a big thank-you.

Beverly Beal

West Valley City