Thinking back on the nine or so hours spent in a ditch in a Prius hasn’t been fun. Humility isn’t my strong suit.
The spring storm wasn’t technically a blizzard but when your vehicle is slowly being buried by drifting snow the distinction is moot.
All these years of packing a winter survival pack paid off. Sure was glad to have that balaclava while out in 35+ gusting winds.
Cell phones are a great comfort.
The habit of keeping the fuel tank topped off paid off.
Our family trait of not quitting and pressing on can be over done. That road closed sign doesn’t apply just to pilgrims.
While I’ll drive a car with traction control that can’t be turned off if I’m paid to do so, I will never own one, ever. Had I been able to turn off the traction control, I could have gotten back on the road. I have years of experience getting unstuck and know several ways of doing so.
My ever loving sister will never let this incident be forgotten, ever.
Need to have reading material in the survival bags, both the winter and the summer bags.
Having the ability to pay a tow truck on the spot paid off.
Having a taste of what a refugee faces makes me determined to never be a refugee.
In spite of all our modern “progress”, Mother Nature can damn well kill you, and in short order.
Before summer arrives, need to unpack and check the contents of the summer survival bag. At the same time check the winter bag before putting it away.
I take no comfort in the hundreds of motorists who found themselves in my situation. I’m better than that, damnit! (Yeah, I can hear my sister snort) The tow trucks are still pulling out abandoned vehicles.
Occasionally you come across the phrase, “Africa wins again!” Perhaps we should have our own phrase, “Winter wins again!”