I left after seven am Thursday morning. Packed my jeep with essentials for a road trip. In decent weather I can make the trip in one day. This time I was prepared to stay overnight halfway due to the winter storm Polly wrecking havoc across the US.
A few hours into an uneventful start and I hit the first storm. I slowed down and was out of it in twenty minutes. Filled up in the town of Elko and continued on my journey.
Now it's sunny. It's 70 mph but I know I'm nearing a narrow tunnel so I'm down to half that. The tunnel is very small and it is cold as it just snowed twenty miles back. Everyone else is flying by me but I do not care. I round a bend and enter the dark tunnel. I am in the left lane with a semi truck and trailer at my back fender in the right lane.
Suddenly the SUV in front of us bounces off the wall and in the blink of an eye is sideways in the tunnel. Stopped. It's blocking both lanes and there is nowhere for me to go. I can't stop. I'm sliding on black ice but maneuver far left. There's a small chance I can slide between the narrow gap between her back bumper and the wall. My heart is stopped. My breath is stopped. I pray. I'm almost clear.
I'm in the middle of the tunnel squashed between the wall and a silver jeep just like mine.
The semi just barely slides between the front of the jeep and the right concrete tunnel wall.
I hit reverse and floor the gas. Nothing. I put her in drive and floor it. No use. I'm wedged tight in a dark tunnel with traffic coming fast at 70 mpg.
I hit my 911 call button on my rearview. An operator asks what the problem is.
I explain me and another other jeep are wedged deep in the tunnel just west of Elko Nevada. I look into my rearview mirror, scared of what I know is behind me.
I suddenly see three semi trucks barreling around the corner. Heading full speed into the tunnel.
I scream this to the emergency operator and tell her to make them stop.
The first semi slams on his breaks when he sees us. He jackknifes. Taking up the entire width of the tunnel his truck and trailer is flying sideways at us.
I watch in slow motion. It probably only took three seconds but it felt like minutes.
I duck my head and brace for impact. His truck is going to slice the tops off our jeeps.
But I still have full view of the carnage coming.
The first semi slams into us. Hard. Ripping and moaning metal.
The other jeep is scooped onto its side and airborne. I watch the underneath of it in my back window going upward. I know the passengers will not make it.
It lands on top of my jeep. Then we're both hit hard by the next two semis, grinding me further into the tunnel wall.
Grinding and crunching and groaning metal is echoing. Echoing. It never ends.
I picture the cars and trucks never ending. Coming and coming. They'll never see it coming.
I can't get out. I'm smashed in hard. I picture the scene in Independence day when he mom is running through the tunnel with her little boy, chased by a fireball with nowhere else to go but forward.
A wide eyed blond lady appears at my passenger window. "Are you ok?" I keep hearing crash after crash.
"I need to get out of this car" I shout to her.
She helps pull me out the window. She points to the other jeep. "That's me." She says.
No way. I think. I must be staring at a ghost. I gape. There's no way a passenger in the jeep that hit the wall then was thrown onto me and then hit by a semi is alright and walking around.
To be continued... Part 2, the accident aftermath
It is truly a miracle that I am alive...
This, and so much more, happened to me a few days ago. I am having to break up the account into several posts, writing it in stages is the only way- I always say Write to Heal, because it is your Right to Heal. It's been a nightmare and I am experiencing PTSD... with a morbid highway patrol officer, a tunnel that's been a death trap for years and had two more seperate wrecks before 24 hours had passed and dozens more in the last couple of days, the status on everyone in the wreck, the serendipidous few rays of luck that happened after, how on earth can one even drive after a horrible accident, how I spent the night in the best place possible post accident, the trying-to-get-home cross country hijinks worthy of a Planes Trains and Automobiles remake, saying goodbye to the jeep that saved my life as I watch them sweep her up in bags, and managing severe and debilitating post traumatic rationally irrational mind fucks, please stay tuned...
Also, there is a lady who was pulled from the wreckage who is in serious condition with a number of injuries. I want to help her in any way I can.
I will continue with my series and photo contests, please be patient with me because I am going through a lot.
Thank you so much for your support and patience. I truly appreciate you guys, more than you know.
And I am so very thankful I am here with you today.
Hold your loved ones tight tonight <3
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