A few days before we left for AZ Matt and I finished up our big gift for him and gave him his train table a little early :) He loved it.
It looks like he ate a ton here but really we had just served some slices to everyone else :)
Anyways, we were really excited to go, seeing family is always such a fun way to spend a long weekend and Matt had planned a great off-roading return trip through Death Valley.
So we left Thursday night, after checking the weather and figuring out that we would make it through the pass before the snow started (although we did buy chains just incase) because Orson is a much better road tripper when he is asleep ;)
Well, things didn't go exactly as planned....around midnight we made it up to the pass and were just fixing to make a stop and reasses the roads (we saw someone in the median and even though it was dry out and the temp was above freezing, we were a little worried) when a 22 year old kid in his dad's ford f350 lost control on the other side of the road, flew across the median and hit us head on. It was the scariest, most horrifing moment in my life so far....as I saw the truck fly towards us, I knew that one or all of us would be dead as a result....The miricle is that we are not. Orson walked away without a scratch....I am covered from head to foot in brusies and have a spranged ankle (this will heal) and Matt is alive but in the hospital with a smashed hip and knee....
Orson at the hospital (he has been such a supertrooper):
Some pictures of the cars:
My side of the car