The white out on 1-25 washed away our vision. It had been a warm December day when my dad and I arrived at Mile High Stadium, now it was freezing and the snow was coming down. The snow came down hard and we were forced to pull aside at every exit in order to see through the front car window. Our headlights were no longer blazing the trail because the snow had blanketed them with a white fury coat.
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