A Stroke of Good Fortune

I have recently been informed of a bit of information 

that allows me to feel substantially better 

about my early-trip directional mess-up.

We were in a truck stop the other day looking for stickers for the van.

While poking around in the isles, we ran into a friendly trucker

who informed us that we should be thankful we weren't in the midwest 

a couple days earlier.

Apparently they got over two feet of snow, 

closing down the highways for hours.

So between my bad directions, 

and October knowing the perfect time to break down,

we missed quite a serious storm.

Luck rides with us I suppose.