It was a couple years ago during a blizzard in DeWitt County, IL. We were trying to get back home after deciding that the blizzard wasn't going to let up. We would get back to plowing the next day when it lightens up.
On our way home, we could barely see anything. The winds were blowing so strong, and Route 10 west was drifting over terribly. We could barely see the plow on the front of the truck. We were halfway to the house, and we had the plow down parts of the time on the highway just to clear us a path.
Suddenly, we came upon a county front end loader trying to pull out a county dump truck. We couldn't even see all of their emergency flashing lights. That plow truck was down in a ditch and burried. We had to plow our way around them.
They said that Route 10 was impassable, but we were determined to get home. So we kept going. A little bit further down the road, we ran into a county sheriff vehicle. We pulled up next to the sheriff and he asked us if we could plow a path for him, and if he gets stuck, to pull him out. We agreed to do so. We started at it again. Some of the snow drifted halfway up the side of my RAM 2500, but we finally made it home. The sheriff turned around at the county line and thanked us for clearing a path for him. We were glad that we could help out and that no one was hurt.