The setting is Williston, North Dakota. It was early 2014, still winter. I woke up at my usual time, 5:30 A.M. I started driving at about 6 A.M. in a foot of fresh snow that had fallen over night and had not yet been plowed. I drove my twenty-one mile journey at about twenty miles per hour. While driving, my panic levels went up and down depending on who was surrounding me. Because if I’m driving on a completely empty road, the conditions hardly phase me. There was one point of the drive that I remember very clearly.
A truck driver passed me and the process of doing so sent the snow from the road onto my windshield. By the time the windshield wipers had pushed this fresh coat of snow off, I my trajectory had changed. I was going down the road at about a forty-five degree angle. I screamed, “No!”, hit my steering wheel, and freaked out for a few seconds. After calming down, I started using maneuvers to get control back of my car. I started drifting left and right, less and less each time until I was finally going straight down the road again. Thankfully I had practiced drifting in the snow recreationally, so I knew how to regain control after having lost it.
