It was just after I reached the crest of the mountain pass that I noticed the Ford Excursion I was driving straying into the adjacent lane. Felt it, really, just a slight awareness that something was wrong. I was in the left of two freeway lanes, with a semi truck a few dozen yards ahead and to the right. No other vehicles were close. I kept my distance from the truck, ready to pass when it seemed safe. The weather wasn't great, but it'd been worse earlier. Just some moderate drizzle now. Visibility was decent, though the sun was beginning to set behind the grey swirl of clouds. When my big SUV drifted right I nudged the wheel back to left, just slightly. I’m not sure I could have stopped what happened next. It all happened in four or five seconds.
I’ve been making the six hour drive between Las Vegas, Nevada and Provo, Utah every other week since we moved to the Vegas suburb Summerlin two months ago. My wife Brooke finishing her Spanish Education degree by student teaching at a local high school this semester. My new job, an online marketing startup based in Provo, has been good enough to let me split my time working from the office and remotely until Brooke finishes next month. I don’t mind the long drives back and forth: it’s often relaxing and lets me catch up on my podcasts.
Today marked the end of a few days working in Utah. Instead of driving my own car home I arranged to borrow my in-laws’ big Excursion so I could fill it with our things and start the moving process next time I returned. I left work early, hoping to reach southern Utah before dark. It's been cold and rainy this week, and the central Utah freeways can be treacherous in winter. It was raining when I left cleared somewhat as I drove south. The roads, though wet, seemed safe enough.