HIGHWAY 60

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My friend and I were rescued from the ditch during a snowstorm by little phantom people. While returning to New Mexico from a visit to my friend's family in Iowa we were caught in a snowstorm on the Texas Panhandle.

We were on Highway 60 right outside of a town called Canadian when we went off the road in his little Honda car. We tried digging it out and using the floormats for traction but to no avail.

We could see what appeared to be the lights of a farmhouse nearby and although it was 2:00 a.m. we elected to knock on the door and see if we could get help instead of freezing to death in a rare Texas blizzard out in the middle of nowhere.

A tiny old woman answered the door, and I mean tiny. Four foot something and ancient to boot. We explained that we were stuck and needed a pull out of the ditch and how far to the next town etc. Her tiny (maybe five foot something) ancient husband came out and said he'd pull us out with Zuzu and to follow him to the barn.

Out in the barn was an old Ford highboy with a CB radio and a .357 revolver in the front seat pocket. We all climbed in the cab, he rubbed the the dash and said "come on Zuzu" and proceeded to take us to where we had gone off road and yanked the little car out with no problem.

We made it to Canadian and stayed in the nastiest roach motel I had ever been in, and slept on top of the covers with all my clothes on. The next day we drove back to New Mexico with no other incidents.

Since I was on Hwy 60 pretty regularly I figured I'd stop in during the day and drop off a gift and say thanks next time I was in the area. T

he problem is that right outside of Canadian TX on Hwy 60 near that curve, there is no house. No little old people. No barn, no Zuzu either. I've driven by there a dozen times since we went off the road that night in December and I've pulled up the area on Google Maps and there is just no trace of them.

My buddy and I just concluded that guardian angels got us unstuck from the snow and vanished.