I Will Listen to the Signs Next Time.
The ominous sunset was a sign, a foreshadow of doom. But I had heard that old adage: ‘Red sky at night, a sailor’s delight” so I took a few photos and went to bed with a smile. Would it matter that I was on a road trip and not a cruise?
Time would tell…
Our chosen route that day was the back roads from Likely to Barkerville.The Gold Rush Route over the mountain and through the pass.
In the cute little town of Likely, we crossed a river and found a strange sight: there in the middle of the rushing water… a stop sign.. curious indeed. Foreshadow maybe?
is this a sign? I mean, a warning? A foreshadow of trouble ahead?
We picked up a couple of things at a small store near the gas station. There on a bulletin board, my eyes fell on a little notice “road to Barkerville closed”. I asked an old guy sitting in a rocking chair about the sign. “Oh, thats an old sign, from last winter, it’s always closed in the winter. Probably forget to take it down.” What a relief.
A snake crossed my path as I walked to the car. I thought I heard it chuckle.
Hee Hee hee.. sucker..
The sign just out of town did not worry me, “we are on an adventure” I laughed at the sign.
The tree across the road did not worry me either and we easily moved it to the side.
Have you ever seen those signs; “Watch for Falling Rock?” Well, there was no sign that day, just the fallen rock. It was starting to get creepy. Was this a sign, a warning? a foreshadowing?
Then the rain started. The road turned into a muddy, pothole filled mess.
The road was muddy and the sky grew dark.
We drove for an hour through the rain. No visible mountains, no other traffic, not one car. in fact, not another sign of life anywhere. I felt we were alone in the world. Even the birds were no where to be seen..
Just after the rain stopped, a mudslide stopped us. There was a tree sitting in the middle of the road. Not scary, but it did however get my attention. Another foreshadow of what was to come? Naw, this is the worst it can get.. right?
No problem, we squeezed past the tree on the narrow dirt road.
We were too far along to turn back now, only twenty five kilometers to Barkerville, I was releived and relaxed, threw some lively tunes on the radio and started singing along.
I had my eyes closed when he hit the brakes. I bolted upright, my eyes flew open. What was the matter?
The road was gone, washed down the mountain into the canyon far below!
Half the road washed into the canyon, was this other half safe?
Safely past the washed out road, more trouble, bigger trouble.
The hard part was driving around the cement roadblock. The choices: drive on the mountain or the embankment.
I refused to stay in the car while he inched his way over the broken road, on the edge off the embankment. I stood by and watched.
It is funny the things that run through your mind as you watch a scene like this, off in the middle of the mountains, not a soul around….In the middle of worrying about him, I thought.. “Oh no.. What about me?” I knew at that moment I should have grabbed my survival kit, I should have grabbed some water and some snacks. and my phone! All I could think about was me. I thought, if he goes over, I have to walk twenty or so kiloneters alone in these mountains. AND it is already getting late, it will be dark before I make it out.
“I NEED A FLASHLIGHT!!…. I screamed. but he didn’t hear me. I held my breath and prayed.
The good news is: he made it, I jumped back in the car just in time to see my reward for a harrowing day. Next time I see a foreshadow, a warning, I will pay attention…. maybe.