True story of the iced road
Read this. In the late ’50s-early ’60s we got a freezing rain long after winter had started on County Road 577 in Faithorn Township. The road was especially bad from the railroad tracks north past the cemetery and the fishing site to the county line; it looked like a mirror. I called the Menominee road office and said send a salt and sand truck. The reply was, “OK, we have some sand but what is road salt?” After pushing them, they said they would send a sand truck. Well, I was outside when I heard the truck coming a mile away. It was a single-axle International with no ...