Our trip back to Canada proceeded without incident for the first two, long 12-hour days.
On the third morning, what a surprise to see fresh snow outside our spot at Walmart in Helena, MT! Oh, I forgot, we're no longer Down South.
We set out anyway, at 6:00 am, driving very carefully over the mountains, northward bound. On a couple of occasions, Terry used 4 wheel drive for the slushy road. Finally, we were on a straight stretch. Daylight, and the road looked bare.
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| Note skid marks! |
Terry was keeping up to the traffic. All of a sudden the trailer began fish-tailing behind us. Terry calmly kept his foot off the accelerator and brakes as we swung back and forth across both lanes of the I-15, ten miles north of Great Falls. Alas, his efforts were in vain as the car finally came to a halt on the other side of the grassy median. No other vehicles were in immediate sight, and none in the oncoming lane.
It took me a few seconds to realize the trailer was on its side!
The recovery driver detached the hitch and lowered the car.
Long story short, the next two days were filled with wading through the rubble to retrieve our possessions and packing them into the Ford Expedition, which sustained no damage whatsoever.
Praise God, we are all right as well.
The fridge hangs out of its socket in the wall by one electrical wire, visible at the top. The next day the freezer contents were still rock solid, and transferred to the fridge freezer in our motel room, along with the food supplies we had bought for our self-isolation in Canada.
The slide which holds our bed has detached from its track.
I hope that means it's a write-off!
Like the COVID-19 pandemic, how things can change in a moment.
God is the same, though, and never changes. We're just waiting to see what the future holds.
Leaving soon for Canada, hopefully crossing the border Thursday morning.
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28
