On Sunday morning around 10:00 am, Jason and I started south from Connecticut. Our goal was to make it home that night, switching turns driving every 2 hours. Our conversation that morning was about how successful our tour ha
d been on so many levels, and how we couldn’t wait to get home.
Around noon I was driving the speed limit on 84 near East Fishkill, NY in the left lane when I saw a dead deer in the lane in front of me. I swerved slightly to the right to avoid it, but a semi truck was in the lane directly to my right. So I swerved back to the left and lost control of the van. I somehow steered into the guard rail, with a chilling crash. Jason and I looked at each other. We were completely ok, and no other cars were involved. It was a miracle. I am SO grateful!
What could have been a tragedy is now just a major inconvenience. Our van is completely smashed up. We are still waiting to hear from the adjuster, but as a 2000 van with 200,000 miles, the guy who towed us said it will most likely be totaled. We had to rent an SUV from New York to Asheville (very price-y, and insurance won’t cover this). And now we have no van even though we still owe money on it. Ugh! We’ll work it all out, of course. Still beats the alternative.
I am thankful beyond belief that no one was hurt. I am also still shaken up, processing this intense experience. Here is a video of the the van being towed and a few raw emotional moments right after the wreck.
poor homer is odyssey is over…..rip
i am so grateful that you guys are alive and well. Love you guys so much.
So sorry about Homer but *so* glad you two are home and safe!
Keep on rockin’!
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Oh Homer! I will always remember you fondly as the boldest chariot ever to face a dangerous Arctic Safari.
Bless you on the next leg of your odyssey, Odyssey!
The fall of Troy (Troy, NY – that is) is now behind you….carry on brave one!
Oh no!! I am SO glad you guys are okay. Will keep my ears open for a van looking for a loving home…
oh drat. i know just where this all took place. i think i even recognize the stretch of road. i also know how many gazillion deer live (and apparently die) around there.
yes, good-bye to homer but what life (albiet short) he lived. i, for one, will always remember the wonderful “ferry party” during his last days and the way homer insisted on not allowing his rear windows to be opened so as to not let us mere motals breath fresh air! all at the same time providing us with much more comfort than our overcrowded numbers really deserved. homer giveth and homer taketh away.
may your next ride provide you with as much protection, reliable transportation, comfort, and great memories.