We almost turned around. The wreck slowing traffic was on the opposite side of I-20, but increased caution and ample rubbernecking threatened to add a half hour or more to our ETA. (I always prefer to beat that number, not extend it) We were already cutting it close time-wise. As our speed dropped from 70 to 17, we passed a sign for the next exit - 13 miles away. But we still had 99 miles to reach our destination. I adjusted my GPS to " country roads, take me home " and we talked about rescheduling our trip for another day. But as we reached the 13th mile, we found ourselves at the front of rubbernecker's row. Traffic was moving at a clip and the ETA re-calibrated. We'd still be cutting it close, but we could make it if we tried. So, we tried. And I'm so glad we did. ~~~ Sometimes, when my heart is full, words are a tornado and all the raindrop details, a monsoon. There's so, so much to tell you and, as the white rabbit checks his watc h, never enoug