My fiance and I were driving from MA (him) and RI (me) in a camper we'd built to get married in Reno in '73 with plans to continue to CA after the wedding. It wasn't an elopement. My dad was supposed to fly out to Reno to attend the wedding. I wanted no part of the usual weeding hoopla that would have been expected if I got married at home. Mom had died in '71; if she'd lived I probably would have gone along with the regular church wedding stuff. However, in Wamsutter, WY, we reached the top of a hill and I saw debris in the passing lane. I was driving, and I knew that there was a car getting ready to pass us. Our camper was built onto a pickup truck, so I was up high and could easily see the debris but worried (in the few seconds I had) that the other car might not. I also figured the truck's space between the truck's wheels were wide enough to go on either side of the debris but the car's might not be able to do that. I signaled and changed lanes. However, I hit the debris and the truck/camper did a 360 rollover with the driver's side hitting the pavement first. The driver's window shattered. The driver of the car came over to thank us before a rescue vehicle arrived to take us to a hospital in Rawlins, Wyoming. In the rescue vehicle I kept silently reciting multiplication tables and spelling words. I was an elementary school teacher and was afraid I had brain damage and would be unable to work. (A friend later said if I had brain damage, I might not have known if my calculations and spellings were wrong. Maybe I did have brain damage, because I didn't think of that at the time!) The doctor who stitched me up in surgery had had experience in 'Nam, so he knew how to stitch someone together. I got over 1,000 stitches in my head and a few on my left upper back and wrist. My fiance needed about 4 stitches, but he stuck by me in the hospital. When I was brought from recovery to a regular room, one of the staffers said, "You'll be in a room with a 13-year-old colored (his word) girl who was also in an car accident." I've always wondered if he said that in case I was prejudiced. (I remember an episode of All in the Family with Archie Bunker in the hospital spouting all kinds of racist remarks. Then someone opened the curtain between the two beds and he realized his roommate was African-American.) My fiance and I ended up getting married by a justice of the peace in the Pawtucket, RI, City Hall. About 12 years later he fell in love with someone else, but in the meantime we had a wonderful son.