So that’s how March 18, 2013 is treating me. How’s it going
for you?
Monday, March 18, 2013
White-Knuckled Drive
We were visiting family when we heard about an incoming snow
storm. I believed the weathermen (yeah, beyond stupid) who said the storm wouldn’t
hit the area until 7:00 p.m. We left with enough time to spare … or so
I thought. We got caught in a helluva blizzard. As we inched down the highway, vehicles
that had slid off the road dotted the median and shoulder. One car fishtailed
right in front of us when he slowed to avoid hitting a tanker truck in front of
him, causing us to nearly careen off the road and into the side rail ourselves.
Removing one white-knuckled hand off the steering wheel, I shifted my Jeep into
4-Low and kept creeping along, while Little d got on the phone to book a room
in the closest hotel 20 miles away. That turned out to be an hour drive, but we
managed to make it without further incident. The whole time, my two-year-old
charmer watched Little Einsteins on the Kindle Fire, unaware of the anxiety on
her old man’s face.
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7 comments:
Glad you and yours are okay, David.
Mine wasn't as adventurous as that (got that exact kind of adventure on March 8th), but very glad that you and yours got to your destination in one very sold piece.
Scary stuff, especially when you've got precious cargo. Such experiences really let you feel the power of the weather even today
Oh goodness! Those are frightening times in snow storms....glad you're all O.K.
Thanks, Chad.
Still traveling, G.B. But outta the harsher elements for now.
Good point, Charles. When it was just me I wouldn't have thought twice about the road conditions. Precious cargo makes the difference.
Thanks, Sheila.
How terrifying! Good decision to book a hotel, especially with your daughter in the car. We got 8 inches in that storm and several cars slid off the road.
Holy cow! I've been there (driving in a blizzard) but not with beloved passengers. So glad all is well! Now that it's done, you have fodder for a gut churning story. Write it, my friend!
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