This is a short blog tonight, we are both more than just a little rattled. We drove into town this evening to meet Lonn and LoraLee at Nat’s for dinner. On the way back home about seven miles out of Big Timber, not going very fast due to the awful roads, a deer ran across in front of us—Mike tapped the brakes, he didn’t even really tap the brakes and we began to slide, the next thing we know we are careening all over that slick highway with Michael trying desperately to control the jeep. We ended up laying the jeep onto its side in the ditch with the driver side down leaving me hanging in my seat belt. I held onto Emmi throughout the whole short process.
We are all totally OK—no scrapes, no bruises. It was minus 18 degrees while all this was happening, my purse spilled all over the car and for a while after Michael released me from my seatbelt, I couldn’t find the phone—when I did find it, no service!! So here we are in the ditch, pitch black, cold, cold. Michael walked over to the closest house but no one was home. Thank God these wonderful people with a warm, warm truck came along, had cell service, called all the powers that be and sat with us while we waited for all the flashing lights.
We turned over in such slow motion, the jeep appears to be mostly OK, a broken tail light and a broken fender flare-- very little damage but the wrecker hauled it to town—Michael will want to bring it home and check it over before starting it.
So, it just wasn’t the little yellow jeep’s week!
My photos are not good, very dark and lots of flashing lights—everyone in these small communities comes out—we had a fire truck, an ambulance, a police car and then the state trooper as it is a state highway.