25 November 2009

Montana Brings Slippery Slopes

Jesse & Joel slept for my driving shift. Despite not getting caffeine, I wasn't tired - since the driving shift was at the same time I get up for work. I was pleased with the timing. I was pleased with my 8 hours of sleep. I was pleased that we were starting the second 12 hour rotation. I faded the music to my position and we hit the road.

Sometime along the way, the GPS guided me off the interstate and onto a state road. The state road in question runs parallel to the interstate but is (apparently) more treacherous with it's elevation / ice / seclusion. None of the above registered in my brain as I happily turned off the main road. I wasn't even concerned when I noticed the snow on the trees, or the small piles on the side of the road. It didn't alarm me that there were no street lights, no exits, no other cars. I didn't even care that there was a little snow & ice on the road. I really was enjoying the forest for the trees. It was beautiful. We were really high, and as the fog rolled in, it looked as if I could have touched it. The sun was starting to come up and things were more blue, less black. I could see more snow and I could feel it was getting colder as we went. Jesse moved and I took his semi-consciousness to show him the beauty around us.

Stupid.

He was angry that we weren't on the interstate. Once he explained about the treachery - and reminded me I don't have chains for my tires - I fully understood why. But I told him there was nothing to be done about it, and to relax. He sat & he sulked. And then he said "are you sure the GPS told you to turn?"

Really?

I told him I was not lying, that I didn't just decide to turn onto a road I didn't know for fun. He told me not to get offended. It seemed pretty offensive to me. Either he was suggesting I lied about what the GPS said, or that I was too stupid to follow instructions. Offensive? Indeed.

I stayed quiet. I got myself all worked up, and then just about calmed down. But then Joel woke up. And Jesse said "Danie says the GPS told her to turn off the highway."

Calm shattered.

I use the word "says" just about every day at work. It removes responsibility. It implies "I don't take this as fact, but it's what I've been told."

I reminded Jesse that he was responsible for programming the route into the GPS. I told him it insulted my intelligence to ask if I was sure I heard what the GPS told me. I mean really. What would I have been thinking to turn onto a road I don't know? And then I promised myself I wouldn't talk to him for the rest of the trip.

He sincerely insisted he was not insulting my intelligence. He assured me he didn't think I was lying. I forgave him. And I was happy again.

Although he did say the GPS could have rerouted us after *I turned it off during a pit stop.

We made it back onto the interstate at Bozeman. My drive was certainly the most scenic. Now that the mountains are behind us, it's flat and not nearly as exciting. I'll be having a par fait and napping.



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