Adventures of a blonde!

My brother volunteers as a firefighter on a mountain not to far away from where we live. Since I’m home for the summer and he sold his truck he is stuck either riding his motorcycle up the mountain or begging me for a ride. Because I’m such a wonderful sister and don’t want my brother to die on a motorcycle I told him that I would drive him up there and then pick him up again after his shift a few days later.

This morning was my first time going up the mountain to get him after he had been working for 5 days. I text messaged him last night and got directions and he told me that I should get there around 7am. He told me that it was raining and might snow but not to worry because it shouldn’t be that bad and to just drive slow. Everybody who knows me knows I consider the word “snow” to be worse than the “f-word” but I trusted him that I would be ok as long as I could just drive up and get him without getting out of the car. I set my alarm for the butt-crack of dawn and got in my car without even brushing my hair. The drive seemed to be fine, it was windy but not too rainy and I was pretty sure I had enough gas to get me up the mountain and back home again, after all it couldn’t be that far since he goes there so much, right?

I wasn’t even to the base of the mountain before it started raining really hard and I noticed that my gas was fading fast. I thought for sure it couldn’t be that much longer and I shouldn’t worry. Within a few minutes it started to snow. I told myself I would be ok. I just kept driving and driving telling myself that it had to be around the next bend. I went on like this forever. After a while it started to snow so hard that I couldn’t see the bend ahead of me and I started to freak out. I pulled over but my cell wouldn’t work. I didn’t know what to do so I started to cry. I decided I had to keep going and that’s when I noticed that my gas light was on. I knew that even if I made it to the fire station I wouldn’t make it to get gas so I found a lookout and parked the car and tried to call my brother. I got one bar of service but my brother’s phone didn’t get any at the stations so I couldn’t get a hold of him. I really didn’t know what to do. I just sat there and cried in the cold.

After trying to call him over and over I got a text from him saying that if I had an emergency to call this number. I called it and the fire chief picked up the phone. I asked to talk to my brother and it turned out that I had made a wrong turn and was lost. They decided to just try to find me in the search and rescue vehicle rather then try to help me find my way fearing that I would run out of gas and not have any cell service at all and freeze to death in my car. He told me to not turn on the heater in fear of using up all the gas. I sat in my car in my PJs freezing cold for what seemed like ever. Finally I see some lights and there was a fire engine coming up the mountain. I almost started to cry for joy!

Erik started laughing when he saw me and told me to fallow him to the station and that it wasn’t that far. We got all his stuff and he drove down the mountain in neutral not using any gas. We just barley made it to the gas station but it worked out ok. After the last time I was in snow and thought I was going to die I promised myself that I would never go in snow again and I would like to re-promise myself that!!! This time I really mean it I WILL NEVER GO TO SNOW AGAIN! It’s evil, just EVIL, worse than Chihuahuas and Motorcycles!