No worries. It looked like it was just a little bit of mud crossing the freeway.
I hit it at 75 mph and quickly discovered it wasn’t just a puddle. It was a fast-moving mud-flow, and before I knew it things went dark as a slurry of thick mud covered the entirety of my car.
I couldn’t see a thing. My heart pounded as I felt the river of mud capture my car and pull me toward the roiling flood channel.
Suddenly the moment of panic was over as my wheels hit dry pavement with a screech and I regained control. The flow was behind me. I had passed right through it. With adrenaline coursing through my veins I immediately pulled over, jumped out, and watched the flash flood race across the road.
I wiped away the tears, sighed with relief, and cleaned the sticky mud off my windshield. I then thanked God — before I started laughing.
Lon Casler Bixby is a professional photographer and published author in various genres: Fiction, Poetry, Humor, Photography, & Comic Books.
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