When Car Meets Cow. . . . .
That is what it looks like. I'd say the cow won, except I know it ended up being shot after we left the accident scene. Believe it or not, the impact didn't kill it outright, just broke its legs.
We are in Moab staying with friends, here for the classic car show. We'd made it within twenty miles of Moab, when the black cow stepped onto the road right in front of us, going 65 miles per hour at almost ten pm. Thankfully, all of us are ok. DJ and I are stiff and sore, and I had my shoulder and neck checked out at the hospital last night. 800 mg. Motrin is working wonders for that. We had the two grandkids with us, and they were also belted in. Now Bentlee understands why I was so insistent coming down that she keep her shoulder strap in front of her, not pushed behind her back.
The other miracle? The car behind us was an off-duty highway patrolman, returning home from Salt Lake. I don't know what we'd have done without him, because there was a lot of traffic on the road also going to Moab for the car show. Without his quick action and car lights, we'd have stood a good chance of being rear ended by a car coming up behind us.
And, we found out today that we were the first of two accidents last night in the same area of Hwy. 191 involving a cow. So, it was scary as all hell, but we are alive and well, and will be able to enjoy the rest of the weekend here. For that I am extremely grateful.
Hopefully I'll have a chance to blog something more pleasant later this weekend. Right now, I'm enjoying a smoothie in the Red Rock bakery and using their wifi. Here's hoping your weekend is a lot less eventful than ours has started out to be.