AgWired

Today Aunt Jeanette writes:

When I left early last Sunday morning to make the acquaintance of our newest grandson, I knew the weather was questionable. When traveling to the western Nebraska Pine Ridge area this time of year, bad weather is almost expected. I usually like to drive on Highway 2 because it is slower paced than Interstate 80. However, being anxious to see the family I haven’t seen for two months and also meet our new grandson, I opted for I80.

The farther west I traveled, the worse the driving conditions became. Slush, ice, snow, fog, caution signs on the interstate – this trip is definitely not going to make the list of the top ten smartest things I have ever done! Probably the worst thing was that everything was the same color. My normally red car was coated with ice, slush, snow, and salt, making it a dirty gray, just like every other vehicle on the road. The sky and road surface all blended together into that same gray color.

The flow of traffic had slowed dramatically. Nobody was going much faster than 55 or 60 miles per hour – except the semi that passed me. The driver had barely gone around me when he edged back in a little too quickly. Instinct told me to tap my brakes to avoid having the front of my car clipped by the trailer. Everything would have been okay – except for a nasty patch of ice. I slid into the other lane, my car spun sideways, and I took an unexpected side trip down into the median. I could not get out immediately, but when I saw an opportunity, I returned to the westbound left lane. There was no choice but to get back into the flow of traffic and keep going.

Now, I know there had to be an angel on my shoulder. How else can I explain the fact that there were no cars or trucks when I was sliding across lanes or returning to the interstate? My Uncle Keith used to say he had angels watching over him during his lifetime. He must have been watching and sent one of his angels to help me out just when I needed it!

Until we walk again …