We left Kansas City on Saturday with high hopes of making it to Dayton Ohio (to stay with our friends Brent and Michelle) in eight hours.
Eight hours would be plenty of time for, lets say, someone traveling alone. Someone without kids or a dog.
We are the only family I know that can make an eight hour trip in 12 hours. We’re really proud of that. (Please tell me you read that last sentence with much sarcasm.)
On Saturday, we left the house three hours later than we originally planned, but no biggie. What’s three hours on an 18 hour trip?
Two hours into our journey, somewhere in Missouri, we passed a serious car accident within seconds of it happening.
Because I’m not super nice, it never, ever, crossed my mind, in the millisecond that we passed the accident, that we should stop and help.
Not once. (Please don’t judge. :))
There were a few people there and I was positive that someone had called 911.
But, David is WAY nicer than I am and his instincts are just a bit quicker.
He pulled over, and jumped out of the car, ran across the freeway (which was not too scary as you can see by the picture, traffic was moving very slowly.) to assist until help came.
At first I was all, “How are we going to help? Me, you, and the dog, with our chatty three-year-old, and bashful baby? Not to mention our tiny car towing a U-Haul?”
Plus, we were just a tad behind schedule.
Anyone else following me?
It only took me an extra few seconds after David stopped to realize that he might be the only person who stopped to help that might actually know something.
I gave Dallin the i-Phone to play with (which made him grin from ear to ear), and stepped outside to snap a few pictures of the scene while Hannah cried her eyeballs out. She was very sad David left so abruptly with no explanation given to her.
Turns out, the chick driving the truck, blew a tire. Not knowing how to drive her car on three wheels, she rolled.
She was not wearing a seat belt.
We’ll never know the fate of this girl, but David was almost positive she had a neck injury. She could not feel David touching her arm which is not usually a good sign.
The jaws of life came out to retrieve her, and we were on our way.
This is our car.
This is the necessary U-Haul transporting some of our stuff.
This car/U-Haul combo is a head turner. Especially with two adults,and two kids and a dog in the back.
For one, most people are amazed that a car so small can tow a U-Haul that size.
Second, more people than I’d like to count, have asked if we were moving ALL OF OUR STUFF for six weeks.
These are the necessities! Yes, we are renting a furnished apartment, but I learned a LONG TIME AGO (when we moved the the Caribbean), that “furnished apartment” to someone else is does not mean “furnished apartment” to you. That said, I brought anything and everything I thought I might need. I didn’t want any surprises, and I certainly didn’t want my children’s only toys to be Tupperware.
I’m completely justified with this trailer.
Someone, please back me up.
Tell me you too would have rented a trailer to move a bunch of stuff for six weeks.