The best laid plans... well, just don't make them in the first place

We set off this morning at 8:30, after Carrie and I both said goodbye to our respective Ryans :-( , and headed through the gorge thinking we'd be able to avoid some holiday/Knoxville traffic. A little past Murphy I was driving along in the left lane slowly passing another car when the driver slowly started to come over on me and just kept coming. She finally realized she was really close to me and slammed on her brakes and started swerving at the same time I laid on my horn. I had nowhere to go but up on the concrete median so I just held straight and stepped on the gas while she squealed around. I didn't think she'd hit us but Carrie said she had so we pulled over and waved her over. This is what we found... (Carrie and Stephanie were trying to be CSI-like with their to-scale devices)

On the phone with Ryan telling him what happened

The more I think about what happened the more thankful I am that this accident wasn't worse. Two cars going about 65 mph on a highway in close enough proximity to scrape a side mirror into a quarter panel could have been a recipe for a much bigger problem than this scratch. Four angels were working hard this afternoon.

Over an hour later we finally had a police report and we were on our way again. Between stopping to visit the Cooks, getting Taco Bell, dropping Carrie and Grant off, rain, congested holiday roadways, and a slight detour around the Raleigh Durham city limits, we have reached our destination 10.5 hours after we started a trip that usually takes 7 hours. Let's hope Thanksgiving takes a turn to the bright side... and that your Thanksgiving travels were slightly less exciting than mine.