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The Death Road

When LB’s daddy and I lived in our shack in Montezuma County, our landlords were these two dredlocked hippies. The dude was a Phish-loving, former Deadhead  who was hiding out in Colorado under a fake name. His main squeeze was a blonde chick who inhereted the property from her brother after he was busted running a meth lab out of the house.

The property consisted of 3 dead trees, a dry pond, a broken dock, a clothsline, a main house and two cabins. The dude pretended to be a real caretaker for the property, while his girlfriend worked at the Absolute Bakery in Mancos. His handyman skills were less than exemplary, spending most of his day knocking back bottles of Captain Morgan and beer. 

About 80% of the time, dude was a nice guy. He thought it was frickenHilarious that both of us had lived in Vermont and ended up in Colorado, and he thought my pregnant belly was “the essence of womanhood.” Besides the fact he was on the lam, hippie dude was pretty cool to a young couple who had only been screwed over by an endless line of beaurocratic landlords. But he would get ” bad feelings” about things, start twitching and act generally paranoid. He would also say things like “The highway from Mancos to Durango is the death road, man. I’m telling you, people DIE on it all the time.”

When I got into my 3rd car wreck while pregnant, I was driving home on the “death road.” It was about 11 pm, and I had just gotten off my shift as a delivery driver at Pizza Hut. Living in Colorado, you learn to deal with driving on dangerous roads. We may not have to worry about drive-by shootings, car jackings, or freeway driving, but “Acts of God” are a daily occurrence. Blizzards, mountain passes, hail, wildfire, deer, bear, and elk are probably something that every driver in Colorado has experienced while on the road.

I drove my car for a living, so I wasn’t what you would call a “meek” driver. I had driven my car from New Orleans to Los Angeles in the last year, so I was practically at home in the front seat, my pregnant belly snug behind the wheel. Sadly, my carefree days of driving were about to be over.

A few minutes later I was spitting glass, blood and animal hair out of my mouth.  The windshield had shattered, and one of the elk’s ears had landed in my backseat. Some drivers had stopped and called 911, so I sat on the side of the road and cried my little pregnant eyes out until the ambulance came.

It took me a long time to feel comfortable driving that 35 miles of highway again. Luckily my car was totalled, so I didn’t have to force myself to get behind the wheel any time soon. As for my landlord, he eventually turned himself into the police after he got drunk and pulled a gun on someone at a party they were throwing. I always think about his words though. The Death Highway.  

Recently, a kid who was in my little sister’s 6th grade class was killed in a motorcycle accident. Seems like there is an accident-related death almost every weekend in La Plata County, whether it be on the road or someone hiking in the back country. Just makes you that more humble and thankful for the life you get to experience everyday. Those hippie words still ring in my ears sometimes.

In remembrance.


9 thoughts on “The Death Road”

  1. I think I have experienced everything on your list driving here. It is so sad how many people are killed on the roads here for all sorts of reasons. Anyways, I’m so glad you weren’t hurt or worse. See you later =)


  2. I don’t think it’s that roads in SW Colorado are any more or less dangerous than roads in any other community. I think people who live out here just drive more, and that extra road time puts them at greater risk for a car accident. When you can’t afford to live closer than 20 miles from your job, you spend a lot of time on the highway.


  3. Driving sucks sometimes! The one and only time I went to Durango in June, we were turned around on the pass because of snow or may I add, white out snow, in June. Lovely.

    So glad you were ok.. And thanks for stopping by last week (my hubby took the photo while camping at Brainard Lake!)


  4. Gosh that is so scary!!

    I drive alot too and compared to the stats you have given we must be the worlds worst drivers – there are fatal accidents here weekly (and if we have one – we are having a good week)


  5. This is exactly one reason I’m so glad that my long commute days are almost over. I have a curve on the way up to work that’s on this big hill and it reminds me of your story. I’ve always called it “Death Hill”. I saw a horrific tractor trailer accident there once, and it’s been enough to keep me cautious on the road.
    Drive SAFE!


  6. Isn’t it sad how we go from being all excited to drive, to being scared practically every time we get behind the wheel? SO glad you and baby made it safely!


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