We knew the weather was going to be bad, and indeed, it was raining as we left the RV park at Visalia. When we reached Tejon Pass, the visibility became very poor for a short time. (Thanks to my friend Sue for setting us straight on "Tejon" Pass. When you're on I-5, it's "Tejon". On I-15, it's "Cajon". Okay, got it.)
You might think with such limited visibility, folks would turn on their lights and slow down. Ha! You're so funny! Of course, it wasn't long before we came upon this mess.
We must have arrived not long after the accident that caused this because the back-up wasn't very far. All four lanes were closed because of an overturned truck. We could just squeeze by on the shoulder of the road.
Okay, and we white-knuckled it the rest of the day. The weather improved off and on, but I really can't stress enough how crazy fast and reckless the driving was. It was unbelievable. Here we came upon another mess on the Hollywood Freeway.
And these were only the accidents that hadn't yet been cleared away. We came across half a dozen areas where cars were facing the wrong way, but pulled off to the side so that traffic could move again. There was standing water on the roads, and folks driving fast enough to produce rooster tails in both directions. Did they slow down? Oh, you're so funny. No, they did not. Obviously, those cars facing the wrong direction were hydroplaning, and lost control. Good grief.
And I haven't even talked about the wind debris blocking things. In one spot, there were so many tumbleweeds against the side barrier that the lane was closed off because of them. And then there was this big guy.
Finally, we were off the interstate and onto Hwy 78 that runs through Vista, where Mike and I grew up. We were all set to breathe a sigh of relief to finally be able to make some time when we came upon yet another back-up. This one was caused by a downed power line.
The one in the image below was still intact, but fallen over. Shortly ahead there was one broken off into splinters, obviously hit by some driver. That, no doubt, ended badly for the human occupants of the vehicle.
Had we not been so committed to our destination, we would have pulled off earlier in the day. We were being very careful, and never felt that pulling off was a must. Still, the commitment kept us moving forward. We have pulled off for lesser weather and traffic than this.
We made it to Borrego Springs after dark. It was 9 hours of driving to cover just 330 miles. Quite a day. The wind last night was ferocious, but it's beautiful this morning, and there's no rain in the forecast for the next two weeks.
We got a good night's sleep the last two nights with both kitties on the bed with us. They make a little more progress every day, and they are traveling well. Smitty has been out for a few walks, and Maggie is holding her own. We met up with our friends, Deb and Tom, last night and had dinner out. We're just getting going slowly this morning, and we'll meet up with them in just a bit. We're so glad to be here and off the road. The rest of the trip should be smooth sailing.