My Vacation in Rawlins

Rawlins Wyoming is a town of 6000 people that’s located 100 miles away from the next nowhere town. We are here on the first day of spring; they say they will have snow for the month and a half. Wherever we look there frozen mud or slushy mud.
Oh and the wind – whew!
As we leave town, we see a huge spray of some mysterious substance coming out of the car. The oil pressure gauge drops to zero.
We pull over to the side of the off ramp and call AAA. We are transferred to various people, finally they call back to say they have located a tow truck and they have woken the driver up and he will be here within the hour. As we sat on the side of the road the huge trucks swoop by and rock the car.
As the clouds cover the sun, Terry starts contemplating hypothermia, which he is convinced he is losing his sight. We then discuss whether someone will place a small marker on the road when they find us after we perish. Will they put fake flowers on the road marker? No!
I am wondering what kind food they serve at funerals in Rawlins.
We wonder if anyone will come to Rawlins for the funeral.
The heat is off and the snow is now blowing sideways. I think I have a very shallow glimpse about the struggles of those pioneers.