Yesterday I drove up to Portland from Eugene for my birthday weekend. Though the forecast called for snow, I doubted that we would see more than a few flake, if we got any at all. However, when my mom called me at 7:30 am to suggest I get on the road early, the streets and rooftops had already collected about an inch of fluffy white powder. Since I had already driven home for winter break on icy and snowy streets (my first time ever driving in the snow), I felt fairly confident that I could get myself out of Eugene and that once I hit the freeway, everything would be fine. Boy, was I wrong. I ended up taking I5 at about 40 mph to be on the safe side even though cars, SUVs, and semis were all passing me right and left. By the time I got to Albany, it was a full on blizzard. I could barely see ten feet in front of me and my windshield wipers couldn’t keep up with the snow to the point that they did absolutely nothing and my windshield became a sheet of ice. I reached the 20-car pileup that has been all over the news just minutes after it happened and crawled my way through what felt like a car graveyard. I began to freak out when I noticed that a handful of the cars involved had been ones that had passed me earlier. All in all, it took me almost five hours to complete what should have been a 2-hour drive, but I made it home safe and sound, with only a little scratch to show for my treacherous little adventure.
- I am much more resourceful and “street smart” than I often give myself credit for.
- Crying solves nothing.
- But driving 10 miles per hour down the freeway does.
- It’s ok to “go your own way” – whether that means going super slow when everyone else is speeding on a snow-covered highway, pulling over to take a breather, or in any other circumstance life may throw at me.
- Airplane mode not only means that you will conserve your phone battery, but also that your panicking mother will not be able to reach you on said phone.