Filth

On the highway in Canada to the US border, there was a little blowing snow that was kicked up by the big trucks that passed us and that we passed.  At our first stop for gas when we got over the border, Barb got out of the car and tried to wash off the salt and dirt with the windshield washing brush.  Then at the second stop, when we got out of the car we found out that Barb had just smeared the salt and dirt all over the car and it was still filthy.  Fortunately at the gas station we stopped at, there was a manual car wash.  So we used a few of the quarters that we had saved for the toll roads and washed all the salt and dirt off the car.