Crazy Monday

On Monday, we were driving the Kids down to visit their grandparents for the March Break. Everything was going smoothly till we passed the big bend in Gravenhurst. Traffic slowed down and came to a stop. We stopped and waited. A few minutes later we notice Emergency vehicles coming up behind us. Normally it is not that difficult of a process to pull over to the right to allow them to pass, but we are stuck in two solid lanes of traffic, a cement median is to our left, to my right is a transport truck, to the right of the transport is a snow bank. Somehow we squish together onto the shoulder and slow lane to allow two firetrucks, an ambulance and a police cruiser go by. We turn on a local radio station to discover that a transport has rolled across the highway. We wait.

After about forty five minutes. We notice about six - eight firefighters walking down the highway. My first thought is they are informing the traffic about what is going on and how long it will be. But I also notice that they are only sporatically talking to vehicles and only when spoken to. As they pass we find out they are walking back to Gravenhurst because they are not needed at the crash sight and they need to be prepared in case another call comes in. (Note to self - make sure I am not in the second fire or accident in Gravenhurst). More time passes - kids getting cranky and hungry. Only one timbit left.

Drivers are becoming impatient and backing out or turning around and driving the wrong way done the divided highway. Another emergency vehicle comes along and informs it may be a couple hours before the road is open and we have permission to drive the wrong way down the highway to get to a detour. I turn around and drive out. I feel rebellious. I tell the kids to enjoy the moment this may be the only time they will get to drive the wrong way on a divided highway.

We end up driving into the boonies for a detour. I never knew that Housey Rapids Rd. and Cooper Falls Rd existed. It was a beautiful drive. We got a lot of looks from the locals as a huge line of traffic made its way down these narrow, winding backroads. Later, I found out that my Brother Inlaw had tried calling me on my cell but we were out of range. We were officially - "Off the beaten track".