Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009
At first I poo-pooed this one, because a road is just a road, but I got to thinking about a stretch of road that we had to travel when my sister, brothers and I drove from Oklahoma to my college in Iowa. We could drive on Interstate almost the whole way.
But, for many years, I-35 (Interstate 35) going north out of Kansas City ended a few miles short of the Iowa border. The college we went to was just across the border in Iowa, where the Interstate picked up again, but that 10-20 miles or so, where all the cars and big trucks from the Interstate were forced onto a windy 2-lane road, was a treacherous stretch of country roads. Those trucks didn't like to slow down. In one particular short section, about 4 miles long, there were many deaths, especially during bad weather. We even found ourselves (my sister and I and two friends) slid off the road into in a ditch there during a blizzard. None of us were hurt, luckily.
Long story short, driving that 4 miles was knuckle-biting, tense and we were always relieved to come out the other end in one piece. It had a name, too, but I've forgotten in. I would not be surprised if it has stories, but it's so far in the past now that I'm not sure I could find it on a map.