Motorcycling in the Snow

Today we made only 25 miles in our progress toward the Mexican Border. We were expecting the freakish front 24 hours later. we were astonished to find a couple of inches covering our tent after daybreak.
After a battery charge for Don, we left Lake Texana Campground at 3 P.M. The Ranger took this shot of us. Misery was our mistress.
The last time it snowed here was four years ago, and before that 20 years ago. Cottonwood trees were snapping around us all day, and power was cut in surrounding areas. We headed towards Victoria, Texas.
We were lucky to have the support of a great Camphost, whose name is Don as well, and he not only helped us to try to jumpstart the Suzuki, but brought us hot soup and coffee. We had not eaten any significant food in 24 hours, so it was a wonderful lunch while Don's battery charged up on a State owned battery charger.
Our sanctuary was a close by men's room, which had a forced air hand dryer. We used it to warm our hands between bouts of work and also to keep drying our clothes, gloves and helmets. Without the dryer we would have been toast.
I never intended to cruise in snow. The chips fell, we played our hand, and besides some new ways of combining curse words, we left without injury to anything other than our pride.