no, the traffic clears

While Abbie was considering what else she might even try, the traffic jam began to clear. The lanes were shifting at different speeds, and the green Jeep (and its drooling teenage occupants) fell several cars back.

"Our exit is just a couple miles up anyway. We should probably head for the hotel," said Jake.

"Sounds good. Is there a pool? I could really use a pool." Abbie daydreamed about swimming and sunning as Jake steered them down the freeway toward their destination.