Yesterday was an awful day. I won't bore you with all the awful details, but Matt dropped me off at work at 1 so that I could work for a couple of hours, and he could pick up some stuff to deliver for them to Farson. He left at about 1:30 to be there by 3:30. South Pass had been closed the day before, and even though it'd been warm, he was still warned to be careful. At 4:30 I got a phone call from my boss saying "Matt hasn't been to Farson yet. My guys have been waiting for him for over an hour. Have you heard anything?" My stomach just knotted up and I felt like I was going to throw up. I instantly thought the worst because-
· I knew that Matt had his phone
· Matt hadn’t met the guys he was supposed to meet in Farson
· Matt picks up hitchhikers
· Matt would call if he had any problems that would delay him
· There are brief spots on South Pass with cell phone service
· It just seemed like Murphy’s law
· Conditions on South Pass were questionable
· I’d just read in the paper about a local kidnapping at gunpoint.
So I started picturing Matt pinned beneath our car, and things along those lines. I was with a friend who called her husband and asked what he thought we should do. He said we should wait an hour because Matt might have gotten a flat or something, and if 2 hours had gone by and there was still no word, then we should head after him. We agreed to do this, but my boss decided he would head out looking for him right then, and had called the highway patrol department to see if there were any accidents, and to keep an eye out for a white Nissan. So I headed out with Cory to go look for Matt, and continued trying to call Matt to see if there was any response, and worrying. I should say that I knew deep down nothing had happened, but I hadn't been very rational that day, and this wasn't helping my rationality. So Cory and I said about 5 words on the drive up there, got to the entrance of South Pass (like the gates where they'd close it) at about 6, meaning it'd been about an hour and a half since I started picturing him dead, and guess who drives by! I was SO RELIEVED to say the least!! We tailed him back to Riverton, but he never noticed. When he got home he noticed he had a few missed calls from me, so he called me back (we were a couple minutes behind him) and I freaked out on him. He was completely oblivious that anything had happened, he'd had no idea he was supposed to meet anyone (Cory forgot to mention that little detail), so he'd showed up, dropped off the stuff where he normally did, got an energy drink, napped for about 20 minutes, and came home. He'd had the music up loud and his phone down low, so he hadn't heard my 30 phone calls. Bip. So Cory is going to work on his communication skills, Matt is going to make sure to ask questions, and I am going to remember that no matter how bad my day is, at least my husband isn't dead.