So I was still at work around 5 in the evening when I get a call from my dad's cell. I knew he, Matt and Michael were supposed to be on their way to the Stake Father/Sons campout so I figured it was Matt just calling to chat because he was bored on the way up or something. My dad was on the line when I answered and at first when he told me they had been in a wreck I thought he was joking. But he proceeded to tell me the details - they had been going down C-470 and were taking the exit to 285. My dad had forgotten how sharp the curve was there and when he tried to slow down his brakes wouldn't work. Then his tire went and so did they down the embankment. The truck is totalled and they were all beat up, scratched and sore, Matt probably worse than any of them, but they are going to be okay. We are so grateful though that they weren't hurt any worse than they were and that no one else was involved in the wreck with them! We have been very blessed!
Now that had to hurt!
I should have told Michael he didn't have to shoot for something this big for his first car accident.
