Have to say, mountains can be... spooky, at times, though. Husband and I went to visit his Mom and Dad, who were in Missouri at the time. We took the bus, and were headed over the Great Divide. The bus driver had been very pointed about the schedule, bellowing that we needed to get going at each stop after what seemed a very scant time.
We started up, and soon hit the snow line. And it was evening. And snowing.
I watched as traffic lessened, and it became slower as well. Big rigs, a few cars, and a couple RV's travelling along the route with us. We came to a slight bend in the road, and there, laying on its side, was a an RV.
The snow picked up, making it look like some sort of psychotic pillow fight outside. And since we were sitting near the front, I could see the driver, gripping the steering wheel like he was going to tear it out of the dash.
Everyone was silent, which was only adding to the less than jovial atmosphere.
Long straight shot, and there were more vehicles on the side of the road, along with the red and blue flashing haze of police cars directing people around wrecks.
We finally arrived at the next bus station, and the driver stopped the bus, opened the doors, and piped up, "I am stopping here for 30 minutes, I don't CARE what the schedule says!"
3 cigarettes later, he finally came back to a shade that looked human, if a little on the green side.
(Actually, he wasn't the only one that I noticed that was calming themselves by smoking... Being a non-smoker, I just found a vending machine, and managed a lukewarm brackishness that was passed off as tea. At that point, I didn't care.)
We made it the rest of the way safely, but to this day, I am wondering how the pioneers did that trip. We had a lot more horses...
Well, I am going to be busy doing typing for a bit. I will be giving a speech for a group on avoiding scams. I had a speaker lined up, but she dropped out, so I, very begrudgingly, volunteered. I have a pretty good handle on it, I think... Except I have a great huge expanse of time, and I really feel that I don't even need more than half of it. Can we say "padding", folks? Yoiks! Oh, well. I don't feel like I have to curl up in the fetal position and sob yet, so I think I will do okay.
At least until I have to give the speech...
I also need to type up a bi-monthly newsletter that goes out to several groups in the county. That is kind of fun, but I am also advertising... My speech next month. Yay.
Then, I want to write up a short series of articles that I want to give to the Sheriff's Office. I have considered doing this a couple times, but haven't sat to figure out what to write. One of the other volunteers commented that it could be a good recruiting tool, and we need recruits at the moment.
So, guess who will be writing tomorrow, when not doing the week's housework?