On the way to Sedona, AZ….
40 West had us entertained with a diverse spread of hills,
rock formations and mountains near and far. Our whole drive seemed to be enveloped in distant ridges
like a wide corridor. From mile-long plateaus to thin, hundred foot stacked
structures. Every color I could
imagine was twisted into the stones! I was consistently wowed every thirty
miles or so.
One particularly red stretch of geographical splendor an
orange dog appeared, sauntering carelessly across eighty mph traffic and slowed
a hundred feet before us in our lane and made eye contact with both of us. I slowed, not slamming but unable to
swerve into the right lane.
Blaring the horn, I somehow missed the senile, chow looking boy-
checking my rear view so as not to be rear-ended. The white Taurus behind me was at an appropriate distance
and so stopped in time, but the car behind him attempted to swerve left, saw
the dog and whipped to the right sliding into the guard rail which he bounced
off, went spinning sideways into the right lane, nearly being t-boned by
traffic behind. I pulled over but
miraculously, not one car had collided, no one was hurt. Not even the death
wishing dog. (Veronika saw him
cross back to the other side of the
highway, safely.) The driver who spun out caught up to shake his fist and pass
us, but I don’t feel responsible for him not paying attention. We were just grateful all was well.
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