An hour later, it continued to stream down the windshield, thickening to slush. It wasn't quite snow. A few more degrees, though, and it would change. I was still parked in the road, and I'd left the engine running almost the whole time. Every time I turned it off to conserve gas, both Korbie and I started shivering violently. We'd changed into jeans and boots, and put on our winter coats, but the extra clothing hadn't kept off the chill. For better or worse, nobody had driven up behind us. "It's getting colder out,” I said, chewing my lip nervously. "Maybe we should try to turn back." "The cabin can't be more than an hour away. We can't turn back now." "It's coming down so hard I can't make out the road signs." I leaned against the steering wheel, squinting through the windshield at the yellow diamond-shaped sign ahead. The black markings were completely illegible. It had gotten dark awfully fast. The clock showed after five, but it might as well have been dusk.
