The "curve". A local had yanked out a sign from another place and planted it in the ground to warn on coming motorists. Unfortunately, it wasn't quite enough.
About six months ago I started hyperventilating at the thought of turning 40. My first thought was to "get in shape". You, know, lose a little weight (the jeans that fit me last year are a little tighter now) and start walking every morning at 4:45 am. That lasted about three days. If you hold a gun to my head I am sure I could manage to get up and walk, but otherwise, forget it. Diet? Never have been able to do such a thing. God made food to eat, right?
So, this past week, the "day" finally arrived. I suppose I should be embarassed to admit it, but I could actually manage to forget my own birthday. Problem is, no one else will let me (especially three giddy, whispering girls).
After I called my "birthday twin" in South Dakota, Ken advised me that we would be leaving on an overnighter and to pack my bag. No arguing here! Off we went to unknown territory (to us at least!). Some friends had given us a great tip on a place on the coast, so we decided to check it out.
We were having a really good trip (which means that we hadn't seen one hole in the road the WHOLE way - nothing short of a miracle) when suddenly an unmarked curve in the road jumped out at us and bit our car. Ok, so not quite like that, but just about. A 90 degree turn in the road is quite a surprise on a dark stretch of road that you have never been on. No signs included. Here is the skinny....
We stopped to check out the "sight" on the way home. Mike Wilson, British missionary friend, who drove out to pick us up and take us back to Mossoró, is checking out some of the glass that we left behind. 
The driver's side of the car...the part that ended up laying on the road...Ken looked out his window and saw the white line that marks the edge of the road. The rest of the car was hanging up in the air above the ditch. No actual flip, just tipped right over onto the side.
Even though we tipped over onto the driver's side, the top still ended up looking like this.
One more picture for emphasis...we discovered later that we are only one of many who haven't managed to navigate this one. FYI: We were driving along salt flats. The white stuff isn't snow...it is foam from the salt water. Once the water evaporates, the sea salt is harvested.
2 comments:
Wow!! What a trip! Glad you guys are safe and were able to enjoy your time. Praying for you . . .
Well, the ocean photos were gorgeous, the poor little pony looked like he had had a bad food, bone and cart day, bless his heart. Glad you just tipped over and that was all. You won't forget the birthday, that's for sure.
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