Today Zane had a basketball tournament in Lima, Montana--45 miles north from our house. The weather forecast for the past week and a half has been snow & storms--and we didn't get much (if anything!). So of course, on the day we're heading to Montana, we receive a few inches of wet snow--and it's still snowing.
So we left a little early so we could take our time. It took us a little more than 45 minutes to get to the Montana line. We had mostly rain (with just a few snowflakes) all the way to Montana. And that's where we cross the continental divide & the weather usually changes there. The roads were much better in Montana.
We watched the 3 games our boys played in (Jr. High 8th graders won their games so they are still undefeated) & then headed home. The last game actually finished a bit early, so we were a bit excited to get home by 4 pm! (we left at 9). Brienna (with the help of Callum) has been babysitting the kids while we have been at the basketball games/tournaments plus every Wednesday now (for 10 weeks), Rusty & I have a class in IF so she is babysitting from right after school until we get home at 9-9:30 pm.
The roads in Montana were much better--almost dry--so we were hoping for the same in Idaho. And for the first couple of miles, they were pretty good. But because of the warm temperatures & the rain, the roads were messy with slush.
About 10 miles from Dubois, the right lane was really slushy & so Rusty started to move into the left lane that was mostly clear. As he changed lanes, the back of the truck fish-tailed and continued to turn until we were almost side ways on the interstate. As he corrected, the truck started to go back the other way and then we went into a spin. The truck spun around 3 times. As fast as it happened, I felt that I had time to brace myself because I was certain we were either going to flip, or slide into the median or side of the interstate. I was so scared, but with divine protection (& intervention?), Rusty was able to drive out of the spin & pull off the side of the road.
We were blessed that: 1) no one was right behind us to hit us (that was Rusty's first worry); 2) we didn't flip; 3) we didn't leave the road & 4) the road had enough dry (or at least no snow on parts) spots to finally give us traction. There was a semi-truck a ways behind us that I saw as we were spinning down the road. He was far enough behind us that he passed as we pulled off the side of the road.
I told Rusty that we needed to say a pray of thanksgiving because I really could not believe that we did not crash! Rusty asked me to say it, but I told him I had to stop shaking & catch my breath before I could speak. (I was able to say a prayer about 2 miles down the road). But I was still a little shaken up & my legs felt "heavy" when I got out of the truck at home. I gave the kids an extra hug & we are still thanking our Heavenly Father for protecting us in our travels. We are so blessed!


