I have decided to take chances, embrace new experiences, expose myself to new adventures, and see where the fork in the road goes. Apparently, the fork needs its own place. Earlier this year, I drove to the Tri Cities and back. Back was bad. Back was a ridiculous foray into how fast can Kris get lost in less than 8 blocks. Up was also bad, but it wasn’t dark and rainy and I had phone assistance. Back was awful. I should have stayed the night up there. Thankfully, the middle of the adventure was GREAT fun!
This new experience was also GREAT FUN! The up wasn’t too bad, the back was amusing. I was able to read some parts of Through the Looking Glass’. It was a perfect read for such a predicament. The first part of the adventure was driving. My car appeared to not have AC. This was frustrating, it was working on Saturday. The little blue AC light came on, but the car was blowing hot air. (I know some politicians like that, but I digress.) I got to my destination and a new young friend raised up the hood of my car and it was able to get somewhat cooled off for several hours.
On the way back, things were not so cool. I needed gas, but decided to wait and get it later. I did. I also discovered I absolutely need to remember to fill my own gas tank more often. Dingy (as in bell, not needing a bath) damsel in distress is a role I play too often! It was good practice for part two. I was keeping an eye on the heat gauge thingy, it was creeping to H, but appeared ok. I decided the rest stop outside of Prosser was too out of the way to stop. Those warning bells rang hard, but I ignored them. The next few miles were construction and up steep hills. KC (the car) did NOT like that. Her gauge went clear over to H where it stayed for several miles, the check engine light came on, my eyes frantically looked for a place to pull over in a NO PARKING zone, and my words became frantic pleas to God to help me out of this mess. The gauge dropped to the mid zone, the light went off, I came off the grooved pavement onto normal worn roads. I wondered if I could get to one of the next towns and as I was climbing another hill, I heard a ticking noise as I pressed the gas pedal. The gauge went back to the giant red H. I let up on the gas and the noise stopped. It was a hill; I needed to at least pull over onto the verge. I obviously was NOT going to make it anywhere else. Suddenly, I noticed as I was pressing the pedal to the metal, the speedometer was going DOWN not up. ‘How curious,’ I thought to myself, in panic mode. I made it to the edge of the road, stopped the car, pressed on the hazard light, placed my head in my hands and cried. Briefly. I called The Craftsman for help. Several hot sweaty minutes went by before he called back. A tow truck was on the way. About an hour or so. In my car, on the freeway, surrounded by zooming cars, brush, hills, dirt, wondering what to do next. I laughed as I wiped sweat dripping off my flesh onto my clothes. My hands were slick with sweat as I determined what to do in my wait. Texted a couple of people (one was a happy accident), checked my insulin (it was still slightly chilled—about the only thing around which was!!), drank lukewarm (it was HOT by the time rescue arrived) water (remembering warm water when you are hot is better to drink than cold), then joined Alice in her own crazy adventures ‘Through the Looking Glass.’ I had two police persons stop by. The nice man rolled my passenger window down for me (they both checked I had water), chatted for a bit, saying he was sorry this had to happen in WA. (I was, too. I know a ton more people closer to Oregon!). The friendly woman officer gave me my exact location, which came in handy when I called the tow truck who was looking for me. She stuck around while I called him. We found he was about 10 miles or so away.
Eventually, I was found. It appears the tow truck driver is a shirttail cousin on the patriarchal side. (You can’t get away from connections, even stranded on a highway!) We chatted all the way back to Pendelton. I took The Craftsman out for dinner; he went back into town with a friend and is picking my car up from the shop, where it was left.
All in all, it was truly an adventure to remember from the minute I left town to the minute I got back. It could have been a ton worse. The car did not catch fire, blow up, or pull any of t hose otherwise Hollywood antics. I had things to do, I had a working cell, it was all ok. I’m all unpacked. I am only going as far as the cities if I leave home again on my own this month. I am going to look for new experiences closer to my own backyard. At least for a few weeks!