Son of a ditch!
Okay. The other day, I admitted it on the air that I nearly put my Jeep in the ditch. While driving, I may or may not have been using a texting device. At the last minute, I was able to save myself a lot of pain and heartache by NOT going into the 3 foot deep drainage ditch. I HAVE NOT since, and WILL NOT text while driving ever again.
So, today..I’m driving from home to my wonderful job here at KAFE. I see a nothing-short-of-spectacular sunrise coming on over the Twin Sisters casting a wonderful pink glow on the front of Mt. Baker. I’m NOT going to miss it.
I exit the freeway. Find a place to view it. Free from lots of traffic. I call my buddy (incidentally, the one I alledgedly was texting) to tell him about the beautiful sunrise. Mike took some great shots of that majestic mountain in the same place I was about to park. I thought I’d rub it in that I was seeing something he couldn’t see in the fogged in Spokane.
Maybe that’s it. I was doing a “nyeh nyeh”, and I was about to be paid back. While talking to him on the phone (this time, I don’t mind telling you, it was on my blue-tooth hands free devise)… I WENT INTO THE DITCH ! ! ! ! !
Well dang. Undaunted..I stepped out to watch what I set out to see. Mt Baker was gorgeous. The line of the Cascades is amazing. People would pay good money to see what I was seeing. Except for the few harried county-ites who were driving past me at that corner..oblivious to the miracle before them. And oblvious to the fact that my Jeep was resting on only 2 opposing wheels.
To the young guy who was the only one to stop and ask, I thank you. It was a very simple tug and I was free.
Richer for the experience.