Entry 22: Billy Grayson

The snowplow has been exactly what we needed to get out of the cities.  I think if we tried getting out without it we'd be buried in or frostbitten.  As it is, a snowstorm has been picking up and we're stopping at a truckstop that has a long enough overhang for all of the vehicles.  No one is around, but the generator still has fuel, so we're having heat and bunkering down until we can continue on further along the highway.  I think I heard some wolves a bit ago, but nothing to worry about, since it was so distant.  Read a lot of stories about wolves when I was younger, kinda wonder what wolf tastes like now.  Not really a lot to say, but, guess I'd rather say something than nothing.