It was a sunny afternoon; the sky was clear, and the wind was blowing ever so softly. It was late December, my dad had just finished loading the last pair of skis on the top rack of our SUV, nicely lined up in a row. He lifted the hood, anxiously checking for any noticeable issues. For several days our vehicle had refused to start, forcing my parents to pour their money into repairs.
Mom was walking around, clipboard in hand making sure we left nothing behind. "You never know what we may need in a situation". She said jokingly as she put our special blankets in the trunk.
Time was moving extra slow today, it felt like an eternity until we all were finally situated in the vehicle. My parents settled into the front seats, I sat in the driver's seat stretching out
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The delicate and fluffy snowflakes turned into ice rain. The rain swallowed up the road in a layer of ice. Small cars began to have trouble gripping the ground. We passed a rest stop as semi-trucks were putting chains on their tires. Long lines of vehicles began to form, some trying to turn back. The ground beneath us was ice, a thick sheet of never-ending ice. Our tires desperately tried to grasp the road, but instead skidded and spun out. The sky was dark, and the mood was heavy. There was no moon, there were no stars, the only light source came from cars. We moved slowly, shifting into 4-wheel drive, cautious and carefully hoping to make the 1-hour drive to Merritt. My dad's eyes were fixed on the road ahead, his hands glued to the steering wheel. His back straight and upright frozen like a statue. He kept his distance from other cars, preparing to slam on the breaks at any moment. We kept silent, allowing him to keep his focus on the road.
Suddenly the truck in front of us lost control and we watched it plunge into the piled up snow. No one moved. Although my parents kept giving each other very subtle looks it was very clear to the naked eye that they were