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Wednesday, July 13, 2005
I had no idea it would be such a nervous drive. I've sat in the passenger seat of S's car many times, and I understand his need for speed and weaving in and out of lanes. I kept holding onto anything in the car, and I mean ANYTHING. I tried to take a nap, but I had way too much sleep the night before. S laughed at my discomfort, but the fact remains: I was SCARED for my life. I brought along a magazine to read, and it calmed me down for a bit. Finally we get off the freeway to go north, and as we headed to get gas, I laughed. I had the worse giggle fits, and S starts laughing at the sight of me. I screamed through tears of laughter "If you ever do that again, go fuck yourself!" I wonder what everybody thought of that scene in the parking lot. Oh, but the fun of driving doesn't stop there. We had about two or more hours to go (at that driving rate, I honestly thought we'd get there in half the time it usually takes, which is about 4+ hours). Onto the highway we go! What scares/ makes me the most nervous is turning on curves in backcountry roads at enormous speeds. S was doing that. I tried looking at the map, anything really, to get my mind off the fact that I was driving with a lunatic. I kept giggling, S started giggling again seeing how nervous I was, and slowed down from time to time to make me feel better. But both him and I weren't prepared for what happened next: The highway had two lanes, and at some point decided to change into one. S and I were in the left lane. A pickup truck with a trailer and a boat attached to it (it was like a bloody road train) decided to change lanes. IT DID NOT CHECK ITS BLIND SPOT OR WE WERE POSITIONED SOMEWHERE WHERE HE COULD NOT SEE US. It started changing lanes, and both cars (ours and his) were at least driving at 100km/hr. S and I see this, he swerves into the opposite lane, and breaks his heart out. The truck/trail/boat missed us by literally an INCH. Thank goodness there weren't cars in the oncoming lane. Thank god the brakes were working. S drives back onto the right lane and we sat there for a good five minutes until we were calmed down enough to forge ahead. Thank the bloody lord there was nothing more of that sort from that point until we reached the campsite. I was much more relaxed once we pitched the tent and changed into our swimming gear. Our site was hear the beach and lake and I forgot all the horrid stuff we (more so I) went through getting there. We ran into the lake and swam and splashed water like little kids and inhaling sugar. First five minutes in the lake: I gash my foot on a sharp rock. It cut into flesh. I saw blood, a lot of blood. Sigh. I remember S and I joking about how worried I am about him and how he's going to get all these injuries. How ironic. I made him pull out the first aid kit, and I swore he was laughing behind me when I bandaged myself up. He went swimming some more while I napped at the beach. Both our stomachs started growling so we headed back to the site for some grub. I love campfire. I really do. When we threw logs and watched the flames grow bigger it made me forget about my horrid gash on my foot. We started with tea and sugar we stole from work (Don't tell anyone! shhh!) and ate our hearts out. Feeling all domestic, I go wash our pots while S tended the fire. I went exploring and found a dock and a bench we can go watch stars at. At last it got dark. We put the fire out, finished our beers and lay on the dock. It was so bloody wonderful, with the sound of water splashing and the view of stars you never see in the city. We saw about five shooting stars in total and made a wish with each passing one. We head back after a bit to catch some shut eye for our hiking/backcountry trip for the next few days. Sunday, July 10, 2005
 I miss the lakes and the forests. I'm still waiting for more photos to be developed (that's the disadvantage to film cameras I guess) so I'll make a post about the whole trip in due time. The weekend's been great. Just trying to scrub the heck out of all my gear and praying that once they're dry they don't smell like body odor and dirt. I've already scrubbed my pack twice. I don't want to do it again. Also: I added my email address to those who want to actually contact me outside this blog (I know some of you did anyway...)and am in the process of making my photo album. There's some photos there of me and other stuff, if you care to check it out that is. Hope all of you had a great weekend! Friday, July 01, 2005
 S and my dog are apparently tired too. S more from me nagging him on the importance of planning for a backcountry trip (I bought and planned everything we need, but really, he's a guy, I knew that already, lol.) and my dog for running around my room on a mission to stick his nose into every bag of trail mix he could sniff out. It was funny after S and I ran around, with our huge packs on, chasing him all around the house. I wish I had my camera on me at that point to document all the drama. So I'll be gone among the wild where bears, birds, and hugeass trees reside. Don't miss me too much. [edit: Changed my layout, still fixing up little bits. Tell me what you think :)] |
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