There's nothing worse than hearing on the radio "Gordon Rolled!!!" as we're a few miles ahead at that point. Heading back to the scene you try your best not to make a mistake that makes you another "incident" but it's hard when the adrenaline starts flowing!
One part Gordon didn't mention... when he rolled, his roof antenna snapped off. He immediately tried calling us for help as soon as they rolled, but his radio didn't transmit far enough for use to hear it... as we continued to head on ahead not knowing what happened.
The last truck in the group, Bob and Sharyn, had MIRACULOUSLY managed to stop about 30 yards away, as they needed an "urgent, can't wait any longer" bathroom break that was just within yelling distance. As she got out, she told Bob she thought she heard voices (which was Gordon, yelling for help down the hill) and Bob turned over his shoulder to see Gordon's truck at the bottom of the embankment.
Crazy coincidence that helped us all realize what happened... without that happening, we may have made it to the pavement in Baker before realizing Gordon was missing. Pretty scary thought, especially if injuries had been involved.
We were thrilled to find Gordon and Mike both walking around, seemingly fine. Took everybody a while to decompress before the recovery plan was put in place... luckily, Connor had trailered RSV-1 to Barstow, so the trailer wasn't far! All in all, an exciting, ******, but "Thankful" Thanksgiving weekend...
Glad you're OK buddy... shit happens.