I could not partake of the moonlight or the eclipse because we are getting the most rain we've had since 2005. Which we need desperately.
Our biggest issue with rain in Vegas isn't really the Californians, it's oil. It rains so infrequently that when it does, it floats all the oils that have been dropped on the highways & streets to the surface, creating a network of Slip-n-Slides. It's the worst right when it starts to rain heavily because the roads get inundated quickly and don't start draining until enough rain has flowed to wash away the tiny dams of dirt and debris. Last night, on the way to work, it was raining and visibility on the highway was ugly, even though the roads were relatively clear.
We have this piece of freeway interchange pictured above, affectionately known as the Spag(hetti) Bowl. It's where the I-95 merges with the I-15. There is a curve that causes more accidents than I've seen a curve in a highway ever cause, and during a rainstorm there is always at least 3 or 4 cars that bounce off the wall to the right. Last night it was a big silver pick-up truck. Happened right in fucking front of us. We could see the driver panicking as his truck whipped around to face us before spinning back into the wall. He was able to recover enough to pull into the shoulder, but we couldn't pull over safely on the curve itself. Lucky for us, a NV Highway Patrol was stopped about 100 feet past the curve at the fender bender of yet another unlucky driver, and we pulled over so Rob could report the accident to him. The HP called it in, took Rob's name/number & we got back to getting me to work.
Now, the weird thing is... shortly before we reached the Spaghetti Bowl, something began knocking loudly and alarmingly on the front passenger car door. On my door. I don't know what the fuck it was, but Rob slowed down to hear it clearer, and the knocking was hard and lasted about 30 seconds (Chelsie didn't even respond to it, which is odd, but she's nervous in the car when we're on the freeway & tends to lay in the back seat with her eyes squeezed shut). I had my right arm propped along the windowsill, and my foot propped on the inside bulge of the wheel well, and I wasn't banging on the door in time to music or tapping my foot as I am wont to do. I couldn't tell if we'd lost a hubcap, and there's no trim along the sides of the car that would have come loose. From what I could see, nothing was flapping up from under the car, either. But I could feel the knocking vibrating the door under my arm & against the side of my sweater. I did see a big shiny silver pick-up truck cruise past us, heading into the curve of the on ramp, though.
I tend to read into these things, so yes... I think something caught Rob's attention & made him slow down, just enough, so we weren't side-by-side with that silver pick-up when it spun out & hit the wall. In fact, there wasn't any traffic around it.
Thank you, Great Mystery. Your ways are indeed Great and Mysterious.