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The drift my Jeep was laid to rest in spanned from one cornfield to the other, completely covering the road. Like a smooth, horrifying, death-trap. I took a brief moment to reflect on the events at hand, breathed in deeply, and burst into a pathetic flood of tears. Luckily I was smart enough to have brought necessities including a fleece blanket, candle and lighter, snow boots, coffee, and a big tub of pretzels (thanks Diane). Rescue seemed out of the question. It was a miracle that I had gotten as far as I had, and the closest town of any significance was about 10 miles. The only possible rescue I could think of would be by helicopter.
An unknown amount of time passed, and my miserable fate was slowly settling in… when slowly, through the wall of snow, I could faintly see a pair of headlights coming toward me. It was a miracle. The vehicle pulled to a stop, and with great effort, I opened my Jeep door in spite of the violent winds beating against it. To be honest, I didn’t care who this person was, as long as his vehicle was capable, and he was willing to take me somewhere, preferably home. Assuming that was the reason he stopped, I ran/trudged around to the passenger side, and climbed into his Dodge Ram extended cab, met my new friend Hispanic friend ‘Ever’, who like me, was an idiot driving to work. He was headed north to Marshalltown, and my home was only slightly off his route, so he agreed, and I prayed that he would be a capable driver, and that I wouldn’t be on the news the next day.
We made small talk, about the bad decisions we had made in life, and the one we had made that day. And, about 2 miles later, I learned that he was not as capable as I had hoped, as we found ourselves very stuck, in the ditch, once again. I had to chuckle to myself. How is it that any individual can be stuck in a snowy ditch TWICE before 6am? Ever was confident that he could get is truck out of the mass of snow, but I knew better. He spent the next 20 minutes grinding his tires back and forth, digging us deeper and deeper into the bowels of the ditch.
Finally, I got ahold of Nick (who by the way was wandering around our warm home in his PJ’s with a cup of coffee) and told him of my snowy saga. He told me to hang tight and he was going to make some phone calls. I convinced Ever to turn off the engine of his truck so as to save gas (and since he was obviously NOT going to get us out).
Nick called back and told me that his boss, Jeff, would try and come out to get us. He has a plow on the front of his truck. And so we waited.
I became doubtful of a second rescue. The radio was saying it could be days before the country roads were cleared. I started thinking about the startling reality that I was stranded in a dark ditch with a man I didn’t know… and may be here for a long, LONG time.Click here for Chapter 3