The Detour

(This entry was a finalist in our Good, Bad, and Funny honeymoon story contest.)

December 2002.  

My wedding day, the happiest day of my life!

Although, the day of our wedding was also the same day as the worst storm Oakland, California had seen in 100 years. Maybe I should have taken that as a sign.

We were so excited for the honeymoon! On our wedding night, we stayed in a nearby hotel with plans to leave the next day and head up north, near California. We must have been a little excited to get to our room because we left our keys sticking out of the key hole on our car. Luckily someone turned them into the front desk. The clerk got a big kick out of it, “honeymoon huh?” :wink, wink: “Almost left your keys behind!”.

Awkward.

We hit the road and took turns on the nearly 5 hour drive. I took the wheel for the second half of the trip, and obviously I was a little over eager to get to our destination. I received my first speeding ticket, going 16 over. Obviously the police officer took no notice (or pity) of the GIANT “Just Married” sign in the back of our window.

We arrived at our destination and had a wonderful 3 days. The night before we were to leave a huge thunderstorm hit, and it poured all night long. In the morning we packed up our bags and headed home. Not 10 miles later we hit a problem. There was a massive mud slide closing the only main rode to get home. We tried asking around for another way, but the only way was to go on a mountain road, and come back down. Everyone suggested we just hang around a few days until the road is all cleaned up.

We were poor college students, we couldn’t afford to stay longer, and we had to be back at school in Utah in just three days. It was also New Years Eve, and we wanted to spend it with family, so up the mountain road we went.
We used an old atlas in order to find our way. It wasn’t real exact, but we assumed we were going in the right direction. Since it had rained so much the night before, it had also snowed just as much in the mountains.

At one point we were on a narrow snow covered road (in a Chevy Caviler) with a sheer drop off on one side. White knuckles are all I can say about that. Eventually we made it to the road we were supposed to take back to civilization only to find it was also closed due to an avalanche. We had already been driving for over 5 hours.

We looked at our atlas and found another road that looked like it hooked up to the highway we wanted to take. Every once and a while we would see another car, and at one point we passed a slow moving car with a scared looking man in it driving REALLY cautiously. We laughed and mocked him. Two minutes later we hit black ice, slid, and hit the side of the mountain. The car was fine, it was just snuck in a snow bank. Seconds later the frightened looking man came driving around the corner and offered us a ride. When we got in the car we realized he was as paranoid as he looked. Eventually we realized he was not stopping anytime soon, and we didn’t want to leave our car in the mountains so we had him drop us off.

Now we were miles away from our car, standing on the side of a mountain road. By the way, no cell phone reception either.

Luckily, a crazed looking woman showed up in a jeep going towards the direction of our car, so we hopped in. When we got back to our car there were two other people who had slid off the road. We all helped each other, and we able to get all the cars out, except ours. As everyone left, they promised to send help when they reached the first town.

Now we were all alone, on the side of a mountain road, and it was dark. At one point a drunk snow plow driver came barreling down the road, almost smashing into our car. He was no help, he just kept going on about the avalanche covered road he was supposed to be plowing.

Our savior came in the form of a mountain man driving a giant truck. Apparently he was the brother of the crazed looking jeep woman. He had a fun time goading us about “the city folk” who come down this way. He couldn’t believe my husband grew up in Utah and didn’t know how to drive in the snow (I was a little surprised myself). The Mountain man was able to tie a tow rope around our front tire and pull out the car. We were saved and were able to make it the rest of the way home, without incident.

We walked into the door of my parent’s house 10 seconds before midnight, said happy New Year, and crashed into bed.

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