One of the most magnificent things I have ever seen in my
life is the view from atop Deadman Pass, otherwise known as
Cabbage Hill. This stretch of road runs between La Grande,
Oregon and Pendleton, Oregon on I-84. If you ever get the
chance to head to the northwest you really need to drive
this road...however, make sure that you do it with care.
One winter, during my truck driving days, we had a delivery
to make to Bend, Oregon. I was a fairly new driver who had
only been at it for about a year at this point and I was
very unfamiliar with Cabbage Hill or its reputation. Well,
it just so happened that the weather turned nasty rather
quickly, so when we arrived in La Grande, Oregon we learned
that the road was closed over the mountain due to blizzard
like conditions, with little to no visibility and ice of 12
plus inches on the road. We waited out the storm and after
3 days we were instructed that the road was now passable
for vehicles with chains. Fortunately (or not) for us, the
company that we drove for had supplied us with chains that
we had placed on our rig and trailer for our journey across
the famous Cabbage Hill.
It was decided, since my driving partner was too tired to
drive after so much hassle with the chains and the fact
that he had a hangover from the previous nights alcohol
consumption, that I would be the one to drive over the Pass
and stop once we reached Pendleton, which was only about 55
miles. Let me tell you driving that road in a semi with
chains and a bunch of other semis is really a lot of fun,
albeit a little slow and dangerous.
Well, I was driving along, irritated at my partner for
making me drive in the first place on a road that I was not
at all familiar with, so a few of the other drivers we were
with suggested that I pull a little prank on him and we
devised a plan.
I commenced to yell back at him in the sleeper, "Hey, what
do I do if the brakes catch on fire?".
He responded, "You'd better jump out".
I grabbed the handle of the door, let it come open just a
little and then slammed it closed after a few seconds.
You need to realize that I was only driving at about 20
miles per hour, but in his foggy state, all he could think
of was brakes on fire, an icy road and deep gorges of the
side of a huge mountain. He came flying out of the sleeper
berth in his skivvies and just about landed in my lap...and
began to berate me to the highest degree. Of course the
whole time this was going on, I had the CB mike keyed up so
all our driving buddies were privy to the entire episode.
They hooted and hollered...what fun they got from that
little episode.
A while later we arrived at the truck stop in Pendleton,
Oregon where, believe it or not, they sell cattle prods. It
was the first truck stop where I had ever noticed something
like this for sale so I laughingly pointed it out to my
partner....BIG MISTAKE! Although he now saw the humor in my
little prank, you can guess what happened as soon as I
turned my back. Ah well, turn about is fair play I guess.
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