Proof The Bible Is True

Icy slush covered Ontario’s Highway 401. The white lines separating lanes were completely hidden, and our windshield wipers struggled to keep up with the dirty chunks of brown snow that the road spit up. Blinking orange signs warned: Drive With Caution.“

And we figured we were playing it safe by taking the highway,” my husband said. But surely the back roads were worse. What a post-Christmas letdown.

Martin and I liked picturesque scenery and quaint country lanes. On car trips we tried to spend at least one night at a cozy inn, or stop for dinner at an out-of-the-way restaurant.

The drive home to Toronto from my daughter’s house in Ottawa was only five hours, but when we took our time we always experienced something new and exciting along the way. This storm had other plans for us.

Screech! An ominous scraping sound came from underneath the car. “What’s that?” I asked.

“Who knows,” Martin said. It was enough to crush what was left of our Christmas spirit.

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