It was the mid 1980s. I was a young driver without a lot of stormy weather driving experience. My BFF, Paulette, and I were having a girls weekend in Cloudland Canyon, one of the Georgia State Parks in the rugged mountains region in the northwest corner of the state. The roads are narrow, the turns are curvy and at points the elevations reach 1800 feet.
On one occasion we were driving on a lonely road and a thunderstorm erupted suddenly (think pre-Weather Channel). The downpour was so fierce that there was zero visibility. The windshield wipers became insignificant and we prayed our way down the mountain.
While many other severe weather events have occurred since then while travelling, I always point back to that precise moment. I know God helped me drive and I know God kept us safe. That is a travel blessing for which I am eternally grateful. No matter how bad the storm, I know it can never be worse than the Cloudland Canyon event.
This post was originally featured in my monthly challenge called, TRAVEL BLESSINGS CHALLENGE
I enjoy participating in the weekly challenge from The Daily Post. This week’s theme is “The Road Taken”