holding onto
Over the weekend me, Scout and part of the regular group we ride quads with went camping. I’m not a good passenger on this kind of trip and I never have been.
I grew up in the back of various 4 wheel drive somethings, exploring the parts of the great west only accessible while ACTUALLY locked into 4 wheel drive. There were switchbacks and climbs up and over rocks, downed trees, through creeks and we were often told, my siblings and me, to “hop out and walk in case this goes bad”.
The spot we camped this weekend takes about 2 and half hours on a winding river road and up and down three valleys but the road is paved and is easily accessible. The fact that the road is paved does not stop me from holding onto, for dear life, the camera I have in my lap. I am sure that the truck is going to loose its brakes, or a curve will be taken too fast, or some idiot flat lander will park on the side of the road with his door open to check his brakes on a blind corner and holy shit we’re all gonna die.
When we finally arrive at a point in the trip where I’m as sure as I can be that we’re not going to perish in a firery crash I might cry a little from happiness and too much adrenaline.
The exact directions to this place are:
Turn left above Nevada City, cross the river three times, take another left and go 20 miles.
I’m sure you’ll be able to find the place and it’s worth the drive.
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I live in the Canadian Prairies, so I think that means that I’m a flat lander. I’m OK with that. I embrace that. However, I also live in rural Alberta, which is Red Neck Central like you’ve got to see to believe.
4-wheelin’ is a verb, and a sport here. Folks regularly get into their trucks and drive half a day to the mountains so that they can drive straight up a hill and then come home. It’s not something that I’ll ever understand.
Janice – Thank you for stopping by. The level of Red Neck that you describe is also one I’ll never be able to understand. As for flat landers, that was a poke at Scout, who will get out of a vehicle and leave the door open, but he grew up in Arizona where you can see FOREVER.
although i admire your adventurous spirit, i will remain in my office chair. for all of eternity
Makes me sad that I missed it. You as always take the best photos. Glad that you made it back over the three rivers and through the woods. Keep you hands on that camera in you lap, with Scout, you never know.
i dunno, that sounds like an AWESOME time! you’re a tough woman, i admire your bravery.
Blunt – I imagine myself in a loft in SOHO…ah, someday.
NL – Duh it’s Scout.
Candice – You can’t even imagine how AWESOME, cause the pictures suck.
Thanks for stopping my blog! Thought I would return the favor.
So, I went on an off roading jeep tour in Sedona, Az once. I don’t remember much of it ’cause the hippie leader stopped off at the local Gas N Sip and bought us all many, many rounds of alcohol. But I vaguely recall having fun.I woke up with many, many bruises the next day. Isn’t that the mark of a good night?
Beautiful pictures. If those are your idea of pics that suck, I’d like to see some that you like. I’n not so sure that I am a flat lander, but I am definitely a fat-asser. I prefer to stay firmly parked on the couch practicing the ancient art of Tai-Ping, than anything that puts my being in peril.
Lola – Favor acknowledged. Ah, Sedona that’s a beautiful drive in any state of mind.
DG – Hmm, the photos sucking might be my innate inability to appreciate. But LOL, fat-asser and Tai-Ping, the last one took me a minute. Thanks for stopping by.
And after all those hair raising rides in switch back country,
you SURVIVED. Like most of your pictures. the one with ring around sun is very good. What are you looking at. tombstones??
Let me know more about your trips .. love to read them.
love ya
lilhankjr – It’s a wonder I have hair left. The ring was a practice for that kind of shot and they are tombstones.