You get used to seeing certain things and never question them. A sunrise, a rainbow, or in our case, snow, snow, and more snow. As I drove home in yet another storm this evening, I was laser focused on the snow ruts left by the last car to show me the way home. Never did I expect to see a car on the other side of the highway DRIVING THE WRONG WAY!
I didn’t believe what I was seeing. It was almost like I had to explain it in my head or rationalize it in some way. So when that didn’t work, I pulled out my cell phone and dialed 911. I’m happy to say I kept my calm and was able to clearly articulate what was happening, what exit we were near, etc. But I was shaking inside.
Personally, I was never in danger, however I was terrified that I was going to witness a horrific head on collision. I never saw it (thankfully) but a quick glance in my rear view mirror gave me confidence that some divine intervention in the form of a convoy of plows had taken place. I believe that those plows may have saved lives more than my 911 call; by not only being big and bright and taking up much of the highway, but also because the convoy of plows had backed up all of the traffic that was heading towards the wrong way driver.
I’ll never understand, even in the worst of weather conditions, how you don’t realize you’re driving the wrong way on a highway. Whether impaired, medically distressed, or just confused somehow, I think this wrong way driver dodged a bullet. And all the cars in its path. Phew.