the mountains scared me shitless!
dex and i spent a day up in the mountains with a few friends of ours. we had a blast, really. good friends, good food, good drink, and a stunning view. all of that shit was up there in the mountains.
by the time we got up there saturday evening, they were already pulling on a couple of beers and glasses of wine. in fact, as soon as i walked in the door i was handed a glass of wine. now normally i'd wait until i had settled down before partaking in the alcoholic beverages, but this time i straight up ran for the glass. why you ask?
imagine this...it's dark as fuck with no street lights to be found, you're in the middle of ruralville and driving down narrow roads that have these sudden drops which make you feel like you've just suddenly driven off of the edge of the world.
once you've pulled over to the side of the road a few times to collect yourself and hold back the tears cuz you're scared shitless, you find yourself at the bottom of a mountain that has to be as wide as the state of texas and so tall that you could swear the top of it was caressing the belly of the highest star in the sky, and you've gotta drive up that shit.
so you gather your wits, cuz it's yet ANOTHER narrow road, only this time the drop is FOR REAL cuz the side of the road is all valleys and trees. you start driving up the road slowly with your 4 wheel drive CRV...yeah, the mini-SUV that is good for on-road driving but is a joke off-road...you're riding first gear, the brake pedal is always within kissing distance of your foot. your husband is trying to get directions to the house but his mobile phone keeps losing its signal and sprint pcs don't really give a fuck if you're on a mountain at night fearing for your life in a toy truck with no off-road capabilities and a husband who's trying to hide his own fear behind a hesitant smile with his hand rubbing your back in a feeble but well-intentioned attempt to soothe you.
it's a starless sky, the road is narrow and steep as all shit, there is no guard rail to prevent you from straight up driving off the cliff, and you don't know how to get to the house on the mountain. you hear something about fork in the road, so you turn at what you thought was a fork in the road and end up on the narrowest, darkest, most ominous looking road...like something straight up outta "friday the 13th" but with a little "cabin fever" thrown in for good measure
after realizing you are on the wrong road. you've gotta make a uturn. on the narrowest, darkest, most ominous looking road with a sharp drop on the side.
so you're sitting there almost ready to start crying again. then your husband walks you through backing up and turning around the toy truck so that you're back on track.
now you're finally on the right road to the house on the mountain and you feel a little more calm, but it's still dark as fuck and the only thing you can see in front of you are the trees from the valley on the side of the road, and the little piece of the road ahead of you which is every bit as winding as you've seen in the movies. by the time you see the house on the side of the road, you're ready to just jump out of the car and walk down the mountain...until you realize that you're still a black girl in the middle of a rural area of white southern pride.
so instead you run into the house and straight for the first glass of wine which thankfully is already stretched out for you to take.
the rest of the night was fucking awesome, but getting there was scary as hell and i never want to repeat it. ever.
i'll talk about the rest of the weekend later on...
by the time we got up there saturday evening, they were already pulling on a couple of beers and glasses of wine. in fact, as soon as i walked in the door i was handed a glass of wine. now normally i'd wait until i had settled down before partaking in the alcoholic beverages, but this time i straight up ran for the glass. why you ask?
imagine this...it's dark as fuck with no street lights to be found, you're in the middle of ruralville and driving down narrow roads that have these sudden drops which make you feel like you've just suddenly driven off of the edge of the world.
once you've pulled over to the side of the road a few times to collect yourself and hold back the tears cuz you're scared shitless, you find yourself at the bottom of a mountain that has to be as wide as the state of texas and so tall that you could swear the top of it was caressing the belly of the highest star in the sky, and you've gotta drive up that shit.
so you gather your wits, cuz it's yet ANOTHER narrow road, only this time the drop is FOR REAL cuz the side of the road is all valleys and trees. you start driving up the road slowly with your 4 wheel drive CRV...yeah, the mini-SUV that is good for on-road driving but is a joke off-road...you're riding first gear, the brake pedal is always within kissing distance of your foot. your husband is trying to get directions to the house but his mobile phone keeps losing its signal and sprint pcs don't really give a fuck if you're on a mountain at night fearing for your life in a toy truck with no off-road capabilities and a husband who's trying to hide his own fear behind a hesitant smile with his hand rubbing your back in a feeble but well-intentioned attempt to soothe you.
it's a starless sky, the road is narrow and steep as all shit, there is no guard rail to prevent you from straight up driving off the cliff, and you don't know how to get to the house on the mountain. you hear something about fork in the road, so you turn at what you thought was a fork in the road and end up on the narrowest, darkest, most ominous looking road...like something straight up outta "friday the 13th" but with a little "cabin fever" thrown in for good measure
after realizing you are on the wrong road. you've gotta make a uturn. on the narrowest, darkest, most ominous looking road with a sharp drop on the side.
so you're sitting there almost ready to start crying again. then your husband walks you through backing up and turning around the toy truck so that you're back on track.
now you're finally on the right road to the house on the mountain and you feel a little more calm, but it's still dark as fuck and the only thing you can see in front of you are the trees from the valley on the side of the road, and the little piece of the road ahead of you which is every bit as winding as you've seen in the movies. by the time you see the house on the side of the road, you're ready to just jump out of the car and walk down the mountain...until you realize that you're still a black girl in the middle of a rural area of white southern pride.
so instead you run into the house and straight for the first glass of wine which thankfully is already stretched out for you to take.
the rest of the night was fucking awesome, but getting there was scary as hell and i never want to repeat it. ever.
i'll talk about the rest of the weekend later on...