Stranded
After a long trip, which included a mad dash to the ferry - which we thought we might miss due to it being "full" - checking weather reports every few hours and driving through the night to Regina... We got stranded 45 km from home.
We left Winnipeg in a "flurry". Apparently this flurry included rain in Northern Ontario, because, as we neared the border we met an RCMP blockade. We were able to get a little further on a side road, but an OPP was at the border and we could go no further... and we couldn't go back as the road was now closed in both directions. So we were stuck at a weigh scale at the border, 45 km from Keewatin - no bathroom - no warm bed - no proper food (okay we made do with leftover Christmas baking - but that gets tired when you really want a proper meal)... and that is when we discovered something is wrong with our car heater.
Car heaters normally heat up the car when either driving or at rest. We discovered that, while the car will heat up when we are driving, it will only blow out cold air when we are stopped. So - picture this - while all the other cars at the blockade powered up every once in a while, we had to make a little race track through the cars and semi trailers to warm up. We got some pretty crazy looks.
This morning, on one of our "warm up" sessions, we also discovered that there are concrete barriers in unexpected places through out the area. Our car was hung up on one of them, until a few good men came and basically lifted it off.
Sometime after that, I lost it. I mean I really did. I like to think that I stay calm in difficult or crisis situations - but I was tired, I needed a shower, I was hungry for real food and there was nothing I could do about it. Maybe it was feeling hopeless that did me in - but I totally bawled.
Then, a voice of reason - coming from the seat behind me - said, "Mom, get control of yourself"
I suppose he could have told me to breathe, or count to 10 (which is what we often say to him) - but I had to eat my own words... It was humbling!
So - in the end, the west bound highway opened up. We returned to a nearby town for breakfast. Only toast and coffee was on the menu due to the majority of the employees being stuck by the closure - but it was the best toast and coffee EVER! Then, by the time we returned, the east bound lane was opening up and we made our way back home - to a hot shower, a warm bed and a well needed rest!
Happy New Year!
1 Comments:
Charades (pronounced "charades") was fun, but it would have been even more fun with you and Eric (and Travia, too).
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