
This is NOT my picture but, this was certainly my view, that is until the sun went down...
On our way back from our ladies weekend, we had heard that a storm was coming in, these are dreaded words for anyone that drives over the Rockie Mountain passes to return home. I wasn't too worried despite the news, mainly because Denver was beautiful, could there really be a storm looming? The answer to that was a resounding YES. When we got to Silverthorne we started hitting snow. We did a drive-thru dinner because I just wanted to get through the mountain pass that awaited us as soon as possible. Not long before we got back on the road my mom's little Kia Spectrum was no match for the snow-packed roads. We were fish-tailing even with me driving 25-30 miles per hour. It was the most heart-pounding, gut-wrenching drive I have ever made (I was the driver). I couldn't say a word, because I needed complete focus, I knew one wrong swerve and we would spin out which would then cause us to hit someone else or be stranded on the side in a snowbank, neither option sounded very good to me. I am a very visual person so my own imagination of the wreckage that could happen was enough to make my palm's sweaty, and then I had my ever so awe-struck mother pointing out trucks that had actually flipped over, and were stuck upside down! Soon after we got a call from a friend that was a few miles ahead of us saying they were closing the pass. Great, that is just what I was looking forward too, spending the night in the car on Vail Pass. Fortunately they didn't shut it down and by the time we reached Vail the snow was much lighter. We stopped to go to the bathroom, only to find out that the Alternator had gone out on the car.
As we were checking the oil a man came over to see if we needed help. He assessed the alternator and told us it was shot. His wife now joined him and kindly looked up repair shops, but the nearest was 18 miles. They asked what we were going to do, and we said we would wait there until my dad showed up to bring us home. They asked where he would be driving from, we told him the town that was two hours away and he said that they were staying there that night. They could just give us a ride. They unloaded the cab of their truck and we loaded in. Was I scared to go with complete strangers? We'll I figured there were 3 of us and 2 of them, so our odds were better. Really they were so nice. They drove us all the way home, and actually ended up eating and spending the night at my parents instead of getting a hotel.
It may just seem like good luck to the average person, but I believe in miracles and I know our prayers were answered that night when we returned home safely as we had asked.