Some adventures are more fun once they are over.
In fact, I’m such a scaredy-wimp, I’d probably have to say that about most of my adventures, if I was being honest… but hey, lets not get side-tracked.
So, this little adventure happened quite a while ago, and only now with the benefit of hindsight (oh, and the prompting of a friend “I wasn’t supposed to remind you about that night, was I?”) have I turned my mind to revealing some of the intricate happenings.*
So, firstly I picked the right night for my wee adventure: it was one of the craziest snowstorms Colorado had had in months, at least. (Hindsight has its benefits!) Afterwards, everyone was commenting on the freakish conditions and how unexpected/unprepared we were for it.
Well, I was definitely unprepared! Oh so unprepared, despite my innocent good intentions throughout.
I listened: I had awareness that people were talking about snow.
But I was new and naive, bracing myself to dealing with “the local culture”… you don’t get a free pass every time some flakes pass the window – far from it!
I was sensible though: I skipped prayer group. That was when the snow was forecast, so I thought I’d be wise.
Well, snow came two hours earlier than forecast.
I was aware: off test driving a subaru there wasn’t a flake in sight.
Well, snow came down in one massive great big woooosh.
I was prepared: I had a snow scraper
Pity I also had a Pontiac G6. It kept nagging at me with “Low Traction!! Low Traction!!” all the way up the hill home. Yes, I know a Pontiac G6 doesn’t have 4WD, but I never had that option on the rental car from the company.
I was consistent: every one else on I25 was down at 15mph, so I followed their example.
Yet I would like to *never* be in that situation again. We were going so slow precisely because we couldn’t see a thing. It was a strain to detect the lights of the car in front, and as for the side-mirrors, or checking your blindspot on changing lane – or even indicating – all were pretty much entirely obscured by the unrelenting snowfall.
I was alert: I got home in one piece without accident or car-abandonment-techniques (though others didn’t).
But I dropped my appartment keys in the snow.
I handled it well: my next door neighbours (after introducing myself to them) phoned the appartment maintenance to help me.
They wouldn’t. (Yes, I complained about this afterwards.)
I was realistic: I knew I couldn’t drive anywhere else in my Pontiac G6, not after it oh-so-barely got up the hill in the first place
But I had to phone a friend, and bring that Subaru out again that night, in such horrendous weather no one would have wanted to face.
And all to test-drive a Subaru. Well, I certainly got far more than I ever asked from that Subaru: I worked out that yes, it can handle the snow. (Though I’m more than thankful I didn’t need to drive it again that night.) And it (almost) goes without saying, I am very thankful indeed, and appreciative of having been picked-up that night, ending with relief that part of the adventure.
* Incidentally, I’m almost in the realms of The Six Month Rule with this one. Some very dear friends of mine, when something dangerous/scary/potentially life altering has happened to them, they wait 6 months before telling their parents, to save their parents worrying. Haha, isn’t that the best idea *ever*!!!