Last Friday night my husband and I took the opportunity for an overnight stay (and an opportunity for me to review the place we’d be staying, but more on that later). I was pretty excited. We hadn’t gotten away in quite some time and even if it was just for a night, I felt we needed and deserved it.
Then. I hit a deer.
Oh yes I did. With the van. The only “family” vehicle we owned. The very large white tailed buck (at least an 8 point for all you hunters and hunter widows out there) took out my radiator, dented the daylights out of my hood and shattered the passenger window with his head and antlers. I can’t say what happened to him for sure but we’re fairly certain he didn’t make it far.
In short… I got the first deer of the season. Sort of. I mean the venison isn’t in my freezer as I’d have liked but still… Brian doesn’t leave to go hunting until tomorrow (Friday) and I. Got. A. Deer. Before. Him.
I KNOW, RIGHT?!
That’s pretty much where my excitement and happiness over the whole thing ends though.
What happened next was a mix of stuff made for movies and me being in shock. I kept driving and muttered Brian, asking, “What do I do? What should I do?” He calmly and quietly told me to get to the side of the road where we parked the van.
I called 911 and while we waited Brian surveyed the damage, said it didn’t look good and then went off to see if he could find the damn deer and ruiner of my fun. Unfortunately it was too dark to find the deer and so we sat waiting for a tow truck and state police to come to our rescue. Literally.
Did I mention we were almost three hours away from home in a part of Ohio that neither one of us knew much about with spotty cell phone coverage… No? Oh yeah,well… that too.
We were already waaaay late in reaching our destination and so I called the Inn where we were supposed to have arrived about an hour prior only to find out that the PR firm who had set me up with the trip (a local Ohio Mom blogger invitation) had contacted the Inn and said we’d had a family emergency and that we wouldn’t be coming.
Interesting. I hadn’t even hit the deer yet. I wonder how they knew? (Sarcasm not withstanding, I did not email or contact the pr firm to say we weren’t coming at all, so I really am curious where that information came from.)
Even though our reservation for a beautifully quiet cottage had been given away in the pr firm mix-up, the Inn still had a room available for us if we wanted to come. I explained our situation and pretty much told them that we didn’t have a choice but to come if we could find a way to the Inn because we were pretty far from home and our van wasn’t drivable at the moment.
The next morning, at the 11th hour, we were able to find a rental car so we could go home. Our van was at the towing lot somewhere in Lancaster, Ohio. We’d deal with that later we decided.
Monday I drove the rental car back to Logan, Ohio with Brian following me in the truck (that needed new brakes. Yay us!) We then went to visit our van. Our poor, poor van. I cleaned it out the kids’ toys, directions for Brian’s doctor’s offices, our car chargers and anything else of importance. I urged Peanut to say goodbye to the van and explained as best as I could what had happened and what might happen now.We both had a feeling this would be the last time we’d be seeing the van.
From there we went back to Wooster to pick up another rental car that our insurance (supposedly) had arranged for us… except the insurance gave Enterprise the contact number for the towing company(!!!) instead of Brian’s cell phone so they couldn’t contact us to make arrangements for a rental. We arrived at Enterprise less than three hours before Brian had to be to work only to find out they really didn’t have a vehicle for us because they couldn’t contact us. (Ironically Brian sat on hold with the insurance agent prior to all of this while she confirmed there would be a vehicle ready for us). Luckily there was a spiffy 2009 or 2010 Dodge Grand Caravan that had been returned to Enterprise but not yet ready. We waited for it to “be ready” and off Brian went to work and off I went home with Peanut.
I drove… almost 8 hours and close to 400 miles on Monday. Yet another reason why Mondays and I are not best buddies.
The insurance decided to total out our van and so on Wednesday we wasted another half of a day driving to pick up the check from the insurance and depositing it into the bank. Our rental car goes back tomorrow (Friday). Brian leaves tomorrow (Friday!) for his hunting trip. I will be driving a friend’s truck that doesn’t fit more than two people while he is gone. I’m just thankful to have something to drive at the moment.
Please cross and then cross your fingers again and hope that all that needs fixed on Brian’s truck are the brakes.
When he comes home, we will begin the shopping for a new van craziness. It won’t be a new one like I had hoped but it will be a this-will-have-to-do new until sometime next year.
We will stay home for Thanksgiving and keep it low-key. Low key is exactly what I need right now.
After all the running and juggling and chaos of this week, I feel like I’ve been hit by a deer.
Oh wait. I was.
In all seriousness (because I can’t do anything without snark or sarcasm), I have to give a HUGE THANK YOU to Sargent Weaver from Ohio State Patrol for taking us the last 30 minutes of our drive to the Inn. Sgt. Weaver was kind, helpful, and a true life saver for getting us to the Inn. Brian and I are eternally grateful for your help.