Pin It Hey everyone. I’m so sorry for not posting or commenting in the last few days. I was unavoidably detained, and I mean that literally.
On Thursday night as I was driving home from work, I got into an accident. I’d taken a short-cut over Suncrest, a small mountainous area that divides Salt Lake County and Utah County, thinking that while the roads might be a bit slippery, they keep them pretty well plowed and at least there wouldn’t be tons of people trying to go too fast on icy freeways.
Snowcrest in the winter time:
I made it to the summit and started back down into Utah County. A milk truck came up on me too fast, hit the brakes and started sliding toward me. The truck bumped me and sent me skidding over the ice. I slid off the side of the road, down an embankment and into a snowdrift.
Miraculously, I wasn’t hurt. I tried to call 911, but my cell phone wasn’t working. The highway patrol came to check out the accident, but between the darkness and the heavy snow falling up on Suncrest, they couldn’t see my car where it was buried. And apparently, the driver of the milk truck hadn’t seen me slide off – he was too busy trying to keep HIS truck from going over the edge. Because of all the snow, I couldn’t open the doors of my car to get out. Luckily, my husband’s sub-zero sleeping bag was still in the back of the car, so I was able to pull it out and stay warm.
My car, buried in snow:
In the morning the sun came up, but nobody saw my car. I was freaking out – my imagination getting the best of me. I ate snow to stay hydrated, and ate food out of the 72 hour emergency kit we keep in our car. I was starting to wonder if I would ever get out, so I rolled down the windows and tried to climb out. It was too deep. I tried instead to sort of dig a trench around my windows, hoping it would make me more visible. My hands were frozen. After a couple of hours I gave up and sat back inside the car, crying. Meanwhile, back at home, my husband was absolutely frantic.
Somebody finally spotted my car this morning and called for help. They dug me out and took me to the hospital, where I was pronounced perfectly healthy and whole – other than a case mild frostbite on two fingers.
It was an exhausting ordeal and I’m incredibly grateful to be back home with my family.
And that’s why I haven’t blogged.
Well, either that, or I just couldn’t think of anything to say and so I didn't blog and then I made up a story to justify my blog-laziness, complete with fake pictures swiped off the internet.
One of those.
So, uh - what's new with you?
P.S. Just to clarify - this did NOT happen. Did. Not. Happen. I'm sorry if anyone was genuinely concerned. I feel like a bit of an idiot now.