Came home on the weekend; a scary 2.5 hours on compact snow turning to slush in -2C with lots of salt and grit on the road, flinching every time a transport or logging truck went past. Saw my first Ridgeline approaching on a bend about 10 mins from home. Raised my hand to wave and got showered with rocks as he went by. Got my windshield rock chip patched today and noticed the front of the vehicle looks like I've been hit by buckshot. If my daughter wants someone to look after her kids in future, she can pay for a sitter.