posted on Aug, 10 2010 @ 01:22 AM
Since everyone is sharing their storm experiences I will share mine. It was kinda of similar but different. I had just gotten back from my honeymoon
and decided my wife to visit Mt. Evans. If you live in Colorado or have been there you may know that it claims to be the mountains with the highest
paved highway in North America. Anyway we had just passed Echo Lake, that is basically when you know you are going to the summit of the mountain.
And this part of the trip is freaky if you're afraid of heights. You have a very narrow road that leads to the peak barely wide enough for two cars
to pass each other, no guard rails, and twisty curves that you need to be going like 5 miles an hour on not to fall on the edge, and there are no
guard rails. And the drop-off must be thousands of feet. I hate going up riding in the passenger-side because there are times you can look out the
window and literally see nothing but space underneath you.
So I'm taking my wife to the summit thinking what a great day this will be, what a glorious wondrous day. Everything was so clear you could see
everything seems like all the way to Wyoming from up here. So as we're going up the winding road a huge storm front moved in. I mean it was clear
one second and these clouds just came in at must have been 100 miles an hour from behind the mountain. From one second to the next you were seeing a
hundred miles away and then you couldn't even see the edge of the hood of your car. And I literally couldn't see the edge of my hood in front of
me, and I know there are drop offs like inches to my right. It was pretty frightening. I know I was driving about 2 miles per hour until finally I
found a spot where you could pull of the road, and I took it and told my wife we were not staying there or going all the way up so I turned the car
around and slowly inched my way back down the summit road.
On my way down a motorcyler one of those tough looking guys wearing a leather jacket and all with huge mustache and beard and a woman comes riding
down on us. I couldn't see him and he couldn't see me, but he must have been going like 30 miles an hour, I guess he had a death wish, anyway. I
heard him honking at me and looked in the rear-view mirror he got close enough to see him at that point the visibility was a few more feet than
before, I saw him about running into me and he veered to his right to miss my car and almost drove off the road. When he got his bearings, I'm
guessing he was frightened out of his wits he passed me flipping me the bird and the woman that was with him and they were both just screaming
profanities like you wouldn't believe at my wife and I. I just ignored them and kept on my way thinking that he was a nuthead for driving so fast in
that weather. Anyway about a half a mile up ahead he had parked himself in the middle of the road and had gotten off his bike and was standing in the
middle of the road obviously waiting for me. And I'm like, oh boy, and right then a park ranger drove up behind him with his sirens on. He didn't
move and I drove around him and kept on down the mountain.
So that was my story. We eventually returned to
about two years later.
BTW awesome video.