If you haven't already, you can read Part 1
HERE.
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Getting out of Waco in the snow wasn't so terrible. I was mostly on freeways so even though the snow was falling pretty hard, the roadways weren't terribly covered in it (I assume because the level of traffic was consistent enough to melt it).
But then as I headed in the direction of home, I got back on that little 2 lane country road...and it was now dark.
And still snowing so hard.
There was a least a good foot of snow covering the road, but I seemed to be able to drive okay, so long as I stayed in the tire tracks of the car ahead of me.
The drive on the this stretch of road should have normally taken an hour and 30 minutes. It took me four and a half hours. I drove anywhere from 25 to 40 MPH the entire way.
I only panicked twice....because the car started sliding when I crossed a bridge once...but I maintained control of the wheel and just took my foot off the gas.
The second time was when the snow was falling so hard that I literally could not see 5 feet in front of my car, my windshield started to fog up, and the tire tracks on the road had started to disappear because the snow was coming down so fast.
I crept along at an adventurous 15 miles an hour, afraid that I would hit something or drive off the road.
Then, an 18 Wheeler approached....and I realized I was driving more in the middle of the road than on my side (the stripes were not visible AT ALL).
I totally freaked, tried to move over, and the snow was making such scary noises as I drove over it.
The 18 Wheeler roared past, threw A TON of snow onto to my car, and then I died.
And tried not to wet myself (It was in this moment that I realized I had not used the bathroom for almost 5 hours).
I started off again and hoped and prayed that the sign for I-45S would come soon.
"I just need need to get to the Interstate" I kept saying it to myself over and over.
Finally, like a beacon, I saw the sign for the exit, and was so relieved.
I carefully turned off the country road, as to avoid sliding, and made my way onto the feeder.
I got about 50 feet before I realized that no one had driven on this stretch of road since the snow began.
I WAS STUCK. (Southerners don't have snow tires or salt!)
At this moment, hot tears rolled down my cheeks and I started sobbing.
This was scary.
By this time, there was more than 9 inches of snow on the ground and it was still falling fast.
The feeder road I was on happened to be freakishly positioned in between 2 hills, which meant that the people on the Interstate could not see my car... and neither could the people driving past on the tiny country road.
SH!T (I know I never curse here folks, but this was serious).
At this moment, I called 911. Which was probably lame.
But, I had no food in the car, my bladder was about to burst...and I was in the middle of nowhere.
AND IT WAS SNOWING.
I was certain I would freeze to death.
I made the call. I sobbed to the lady on the phone, who made me repeat my location at least 4 times.
She said it would be at least an hour. They had received calls from over 100 other stranded motorists in the last 20 minutes. Then she hung up.
It was at this point that I wondered if my 1/4 tank of gas would last for an hour as I waited to be rescued.
I also realized that I still really needed to pee...and tried to figure how I was going to handle that problem as well.
After getting past my own pride...I decided that I would just have to squat and pee outside my car in the snow. I simply could not hold it any longer.
At this moment I was actually glad I was in the middle of nowhere.
I got out of the car and immediately my feet squished down into the snow.
Note to self: Chuck Taylor's are in NO WAY snow proof.
I proceeded to do my business, hiding behind the drivers side door, with my poor behind freezing all the while.
Note to self: Be sure to blog about this...THIS is a good one.
Then I got back in the car with what little self esteem I had left, took off my soaked shoes and socks, and turned the heat up.
Now that my bladder wasn't on the verge of exploding I could think a little more clearly.
It had been 4 minutes since I called 911, and I was thinking the hour of wait time would feel like forever.
Could I maybe get the car unstuck myself?
And then it hit me!
A couple months back my car had been stuck in some mud after I had pulled off the road to assist some people who had been in a car accident. That day I had tried to gun the engine and get my car out, but it only dug me deeper into the mud. Since I had been a good Samaritan, a tow truck driver pulled me out for free. He also told me that if I ever got stuck in the future to first try and back up a bit....then pull forward in a different direction.
Well, I collected my nerves and tried out his advice.
The first time it didn't work...the car only moved a bit.
But my second try was successful...and I was SO relieved!
I was able to make it down the feeder to a gas station, fill up my tank, and then I finally got onto I-45.
The rest of the drive home was uneventful for me. I counted at least 60 cars that had spun off the side of the road or into the median because they were driving too fast.
I'm so grateful that I was able to get home safe. And that I had the sense to drive carefully on the roads and even get my car unstuck.
The Moral of The Story: Stay calm in bad situations and just "go" outside if you really have to. It's no big deal...honestly. ;-)
THE END.
(photos of the Dr. Pepper Museum tomorrow.)