Slide and Drift

Ok, lets see who really reads this thing! Friday on my way to Casper I hit an ice spot and slid off the road into a ditch filled with snow. Rocky (the cat) was in the back seat and hardly lifted his head. In fact, he slept thru most of the ordeal. At first, I was excited nothing was broken. The car was fine, I was ok, but the drivers behind me didn’t stop. So then I got pissed. (I don’t think they were from WY). The drivers in front of me came back to check on me. They were two female college students. My angels. I didn’t have a signal on my phone so I used one of the girl’s to call the highway patrol. You know what they said??? Call us back if you can’t get out. So we tried, and yep, I was stuck! (The ditch was very icy and at a sharp slant. I could hardly push my door open to get out). Finally some guys stopped. First a Dodge truck tried to pull me out. That didn’t work and he ended up stuck. We called the highway department back and they seemed annoyed that we got another car stuck!!! (By this time both Jason and his dad were on their way to help via the patrol scanner). 40 min. or so into this a Ford truck came by, and if you are a Chevy fan, don’t bother reading any more… and pulled the Dodge out and then me! Yeeee. (I’m now a Ford fan!) I am so grateful for everyone who stopped and helped. Ironically, they were all college students. So, I don’t want to hear any more bitching from old people about the college students. I don’t know how many old people drove by, gawked, and kept going! Anyway, I was only on the road another 5 miles before I saw Jason. He turned around and escorted me back into town (another 60 miles). So needless to say, I feel like a true Wyomingite now!