We left Anaheim bright and early the morning of August 4. Uncle Vic drove Aunt Helen and Aunt Alice in his silver van, and we were in the motorhome as planned. Since we left a few minutes behind them and stuck to a constant 55-60mph, we expected to reach Gary’s house an hour or so later than they would.
However, it was not to be. Traffic was great heading out of California on the I-15 until we were almost at Baker, when WHAM! Traffic came to a jarring halt. It turns out there was a “recent” accident up ahead and the occupants of the silver van had to be airlifted out, which completely closed down the freeway for the whole operation. We waited for DAYS… People left their cars to go watch.
Maybe half an hour or so later, the helicopters left and traffic started to move slowly again. I called to check on The Aunties and Uncle Vic. They were fine and nearly to the Nevada line. They,too, had been stopped, but were close enough to the front of the mess that they were waived through before the helicopters and fire trucks came.
We arrived at cousin Gary’s around 2. Cousin Will (his brother) joined us for a short visit, too, then we went to a buffet for “Linner.” We really enjoyed seeing everyone and reminiscing… Uncle Vic and the Aunties stayed the night at Gary’s, and we moved on to “stealth camp,” not wanting to leave the motorhome parked overnight in front of his house.
Here is a photo Gary’s wife, Diane, took of the group.
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