*Fantasy scenario based on a conversation I had with a young woman I met while gassing up my car and some self-analysis during a rough patch in my life. Fictional characters and situation, real life emotional stress. All characters are 18 or older*
When it rains, as they say, it really fucking pours.
It had been a helluva run the previous few months. First, my elderly father, with whom I had a very tumultuous relationship over my life, had passed away in early Summer, right after his 85
th
birthday. While there had been a couple of lengthy intervals of silence between us a few years ago, we had reconciled and had a decent relationship for the last decade. His passing was not sudden, but it was more difficult on me than I had expected even with time to prepare.
His passing predicated me helping my mother with all the tasks that present themselves after the loss of her spouse. We spent the next 4 months dealing with estate issues (he had left some money but not a ton), selling the house, moving her to Reno, her living with us until we could get her a place of her own, not to mention her grief at losing a partner of over 50 years and the guilt she felt at honestly feeling some happiness at being free of his domineering ways. That is a harsh statement but a true one. Add all this emotional and financial stress to the fact that Jack and I were facing some health issues of our own and I had felt more stress and anxiety in my life than I had in 20 years or so. My job was taking a toll on me, and I was faced with wanting to leave it but needing the money and being over 50 and not as attractive a commodity as I had once been in the job market. Now with Winter just around the bend, we felt serious pressure to get everything involving my mother's move completed before the snow flew.
We were down to the last few tasks before Mom was completely done with the house in the small, isolated town in Northern Nevada she had lived in for the last 30 + years and settled in in her new Reno condo. All that was left was to bring my father's old pick-up back to Reno (left to my husband, Jack) and sell the remaining items we had put into storage that would not be finding their way to the new home. Jack and I had gone back to deal with these last few items and my mother had stayed in Reno, getting her new place just how she liked it and avoiding the emotional toll of closing that door on her old life forever.
But life had another curve to throw at us. As we were driving back to the outskirts of the middle of nowhere Nevada, Jack got a call from his niece in California. His brother, whom he had only come to know about 8 years ago, had been in a motorcycle accident and was in the ICU. Jack and his brother Trent had become very close in a short amount of time, and this was very devastating news.
Jack dropped me off to take care of the estate sale. He took the old pick up back to Reno and then hoped on a plane for San Francisco. I had our car that I would drive back once I was done. It was a big task to tackle alone, but I was determined to get it done and get home.
The sale went fine, if not great. A few items I really expected to move went unsold and I had to wrangle a way to get them to the donation center without a truck or people to help me haul them to be donated. That took longer than I had planned but thanks to some old friends of my parents, I managed to clear the storage unit and be able to close out that chapter of my life. It had been a long 4 days, but I was just happy to be done.
Some good news had come through and Jack's brother was recovering and out of the woods. He'd have a good amount of physical therapy ahead of him, but he was going to be fine. Jack would be meeting me back home maybe a day after I got back. I should be getting home Friday afternoon/evening and that meant we might get a nice relaxing Sunday together before going back to our regular jobs!
But of course, when I started thinking things were working out, life said "HA!" and presented another challenge.
An early cold front had developed and was bearing down on Northern Nevada. From the forecasts I had seen so far if I got out and got on the road right after I finished dropping off the unsold items, I could make the almost 3 hours back to Reno just ahead of the storm, or maybe in its early stages. I wasn't afraid of a little snow, but I knew well enough to avoid tempting fate when it comes to Nevada storms. They are unpredictable to say the least and I didn't want to push my luck too far. Jack and I both cursed the fact that he hadn't taken the car home and left me the 4-wheel drive. Damn hindsight anyway!
I got on the road at noon and under normal conditions that would have put me pulling into the driveway about 3:30 PM. The snow, however, had started falling about 8:30 am and kept increasing in amount as the morning wore on. The roads were not too bad when I left a little after 12 o'clock, but within an hour the ice was getting bad, and I was down to about 45 MPH. Less than another hour in and I was doing 30 and just trying to stay on the road. I had driven through deeper snow before, but this might have been the worst ice I had ever seen. The wind was howling, and visibility was getting worse and worse, and I was crawling along the highway with my hazards on. The closer I got to Reno the slower I had to drive and the heavier the snow fell.
I was about 45 miles outside of Reno when I had to call it off. I had spent 5 hours attempting what was usually a 3-hour drive and I was not done yet and the roads were getting worse by the second. I was coming up on a highway exit that had a truck stop and a small hotel. A mere 8 miles down the road was a small but not tiny town that likely had better amenities, but I doubted I could make it that far in this weather. I hit the off ramp and pulled into the hotel parking lot, called Jack, and then called my mother to inform them that I was ok but not going to try to push through. I'd get a room at the roadside hotel and get home tomorrow after the roads had improved. After listening to my mom panic for about 5 minutes I bundled up to make the 100-foot journey through the blizzard to the hotel lobby.
I noticed the parking lot was pretty full as I approached the front door and the thought that they might be booked up started to creep into my mind. Sure enough, the lobby was bustling with people, 3 families of between 3 to 5 people were sitting on couches and at tables in the main lobby area. A couple of single men, one businessman maybe 10 years older than me and what looked to be a hygiene deprived truck driver, and two couples, one closer to my parents age and one in their late 20s were also camped around the standard complimentary breakfast area. I went to the front desk and the clerk, a pleasant if rough looking woman likely about 10 years younger than me in her early 40s, began to speak before I could get to the counter or even open my mouth to speak.
"Sorry, we're completely full! We've got about 8 rooms that are torn up being remodeled so we don't have our usual capacity."
"Goddamn. How far is it to the next nearest hotel?" I asked.
The clerk just shook her head and said "There's a Comfort Inn and a America's Best about 10 miles away on the south side of town but I called and even if you managed to get there, they're full too. They've been booked up full of drillers and temporary mine workers for weeks now. By law I'm not supposed to let people loiter in the lobby, but I'll be damned if I can send people away in this shit. You're welcome to find a spot to try and wait it out. The vending machines still have some food and sodas. The truck stop on the other side of the freeway likely has some food, but try getting there at your own risk, darling!"
