8Mud
NAXJA Forum User
- Location
- Central Germany
I was driving back from some relatives after a visit. Mountain road hugging the side of the mountain, maybe four inches of fresh snow on the road. I drive over a small hump or rise in the road and see taillights off the downhill side of the road. I drive up to the next high spot in the road, put the strobe on the roof and walk back with my flashlight and a rope. This slope is steep, you can likely make it up on all fours, you are definitely not walking up it and it's a long ways to the bottom. I find a Chevy in a Oak Tree, maybe fifteen feet up the tree and forty feet from the highway. There is a teenaged girl sitting in the drivers side seat with her feet hanging out the open door. She is wearing a halter top and shorts, it's like minus 10 degrees out. I yell don't move around any more than you have to, get back inside and put your seat belt on. She yells back, no worry my boyfriend already went for help. I yell how long has he been gone? She says I don't really know, an hour or two. Do you want a blanket? No I'm OK. OK then, I'm going to drive to the next town and get some help. She says don't bother, my boyfriend should be here shortly. I drove to the firestation maybe ten miles up the road and reported it. I never did see any footprints or even any tire tracks in the snow. I don't know where her boyfriend went for help, but it sure wasn't the closest town, there is nobody or nothing on this stretch of highway.
One of us is nuts and I really don't think it's me.
One of us is nuts and I really don't think it's me.