After loading up the camper at my parent’s home, Simon, Eli and I left with great expectations of an adventurous trip to Canada - and if the first few hours are any indication of what is ahead, then we are bound to have an exciting trip.
About 45 minutes into the drive en route to Montreal, we experienced a near collision with death. The rear tire on the driver’s side popped causing us to fishtail into the Jersey barrier which divided the two halves of the interstate - It was truly a miracle we had not rolled over (Thank God it had not been the front tire!) After stopping the vehicle and making sure we were each okay, we quickly got out to assess the damage. Adrenaline now surging through our bodies, we found ourselves caught between six lanes of highway, and still within Connecticut borders. Our commute prior to the blowout was serene and gave little warning of the day ahead. A car stopped to ask if we were okay and if there was anything that they could do. “Can you call the police?” was my reply as I reached in my purse for my cell phone to call my father. Within two minutes, a state trooper pulled up, then another. As the third joined them, they began joking at our expense and misfortune.
Then came the rain. It started as a sprinkle which seemed to cool things off a bit. As soon as things became comfortable, the sky seemed to open up. Rain came down in sheets as we retreated to our dilapidated camper.
