Last Friday, July 11th, my daughter and I were on a remote dirt road south of Flagstaff on our way to go horse back riding. The road was the kind that had loose dirt and trenches running down both sides for water runoff. It was a beautiful day, only slightly overcast as the skies prepared for the torrential rains that were yet to come.
The road was quite narrow and two cars could not easily pass unless they were smaller, narrower versions. Two separate trucks, both pulling campers were ahead of us. They appeared to be traveling together. Courteously they both pulled over so we could pass in my SUV.
A few minutes later, a small white car passed us, at a high speed going the opposite direction and I eased to my right to ensure we both had room. The female driver seemed to be in a terrible hurry and going way too fast for the type of road we were on.
Within about 30 seconds a full size pickup truck was barreling towards us, going fast and right down the center of the road. I wondered if the driver was chasing the woman in the small car.
Again, I eased to the right to make room, but this guy was almost dead center. I had to make a lot of room. Just as we were parallel my rear tires slipped into the trench and I lost all traction. The car started sliding. We were pivoting. I told myself not to over-correct. I had no sense of where the road was. Suddenly the view in front of us was rotating like a camera spinning. We were flipping, over, over, and over. My windshield imploded. I shut my eyes just as glass sprayed into my face.
When we stopped I had no idea if we were sideways, upside down or right side up. I turned around to see my daughter crying behind me. I had the sensation of snapped off fingernails cutting into my hands and my head pounding. I found out later I’d hit it into the roof as the roof smashed in when we were upside down.
I pulled my daughter out and we stood there and hugged. We were both O.K.! I told her anything from here on out was going to be better. The car was totaled and we were fine! It was a really good day.
There was no cell reception in that area. Just as we were gathering ourselves together the two campers we passed a few minutes earlier came along. They stopped and both families got out. Jason, Julie and their children from one; Scott and his daughter from the other. They were truly a Godsend. They helped us, talked to us, gathered our personal belongings, offered food and water, and drove us all the way to their camp site. Once we got into cell reception we made phone calls. Julie’s dad, Shawn already at the camp site, drove my daughter and me all the way to Flagstaff.
These people made a huge difference to us. They went out of their way, they went above and beyond. They set us at ease saying, “We would want someone to do that for us”. Most people would want it, but still not reach out to help. I hope that those of you reading this will be willing to help and, like us, pay it forward. We’re not going to forget what a difference it made for us. We’re not going to stop being grateful. My daughter and I walked away with no injuries and a rescue team. It was a really, really good day.
Photos by Jason W.