I just returned from a 1500-mile round trip to Eureka Springs and Branson. The most exciting part of the trip was on the first morning when I towed through an epic storm.
I has set my alarm for 5:00am, but my bladder went off at 4:33. I knew I would not go back to sleep, so I pulled out of the driveway in bright moonlight at 4:55.
About 10:00, near Hearne, TX, I suddenly saw the trailer lights go on, turned on by the automatic sensor in the truck. I hadn't realized just how dark it was getting. Within a few minutes, it was darker than when I left before 5am.
I was soon in a construction zone with the facing traffic, mixed with 18-wheelers, on the shoulder and me pinned between them and a 4" high ledge of fresh asphalt lined with cones. It was a little like threading a needle and I was mighty glad my trailer is only 8' wide.
Then, the wind hit. Construction signs went cartwheeling and tree branches were flying across the road. TV next morning said the gusts were 60-70mph and there had been over 60 reports of wind damage to buildings. Fortunately, nothing substantial hit my truck or trailer. There were lights behind me, so there was no way I could stop.
There was no sway. The gusts seemed to push the truck and trailer sideways as a unit. I kicked the truck into 4wd and that helped a lot.
Then the rain hit in torrents. I saw flashing lights and a flagman waving me to go dead slow. I soon found out why ... there was about a quarter mile of hot new asphalt and dense fog was swirling off of it. Visibility was about nil. I was now going so slow that the speedometer no longer registered.
The rain eased to showers and the wind abated, but about an hour after it all started, it was still so dark that I had to pull off the road and go back into the trailer to read my map.
I have a DrawTite weight-distributing hitch and a single Reese sway bar connecting my 4wd Chevy 1500
and the International. That combination kept the rig in excellent control through the worst side gusts I will probably ever see.