Towards sundown, we reached Wolf Creek Pass, a treacherous winding road that David had been aching to drive through since hearing the humourous 1974 C.W. McCall song about it in which a chicken truck lost its brakes & had to survive the downhill switchback turns, ending up in Pagosa Springs at the bottom.
We didn't have any chickens, but we did survive a heck of a trek in blizzard-ish conditions - thanks to the guy who invented 4-wheel-drive!
A cheap hotel gave us a needed rest before we set off the next day eastward to northern Texas... and somehow we managed to go westward to Arizona... but that's a story for another day.