After a cold night, dawn finds us encased in ice. Thankfully the Malibu came with a scraper. The sky looks like it could clear up, but we don’t know if that will be enough to get us into the air later. We get underway, and haven’t gone 2 miles before a stranded motorist flags us down. Having run out of gas, he spent the night in a T-shirt and unlined leather jacket. We take him back to the junction where he waits in the cafe for the gas station to open. There are a lot of cars in the ditch this morning, and the going is slow as we make our way north.