Crazy Adventure

My son Jake has a job this summer. He's working at a scout camp as one of the leaders. We have to take him up on Tuesday and he stays until we pick him up on Saturday. Well, this week he just had to go up on Thursday to set up so Lee thought it would be a good idea to bring me so I would know the way in case I needed to pick him up one day. So, we proceeded on the beautiful drive through Hobble Creek Canyon (We saw "our" home that someday we will own! A gorgeous home with stables, pool house, duck pond, acres of grass, and grove of trees. Someday!)

We then came to the "fork in the road".

Lee had made this drive before and the road he took was a horrible dirt road and so he thought he'd take the "better" road that Jake had hiked before that was still under construction and on private land but it was the "better" road. So we proceeded up the "better" road and Lee kept commenting on what better condition this road was in opposed to the other one. It was a beautiful drive for a short while and then fear set in for me. I realize we are driving on a narrow dirt road and directly to the right of me is a cliff about 200 feet high. I haven't been scared like this for quite some time. I about died! I kept squeezing the door handle and I could barely breathe. (Flashbacks of my childhood came flooding in my mind of the time my family was traveling in a rickety motorhome just outside of Virginia City, Nevada up this narrow road with a similar cliff and my dad was yelling at us to be quiet so he could concentrate on driving. I was petrified because I'd never seen my dad scared like that and I'm bawling my head off. Ever since, scary mountain roads have terrified me!) Anyways...

Lee kept asking Jake, "Does this look familiar?"

and Jake kept replying, "Yeah, I guess so..."

Needless to say, we got lost.

We travelled up and down these winding, narrow, scary dirt roads until Lee determined that we were lost and had to turn around. So, we turned around and headed back the way we came so we could just take the crappy dirt road he had taken before. We made it back to the "fork" just to find out that the gate was locked and we were locked in! Lee said, "We might have to spend the night here until the construction workers come back in the morning."

"What!?! You've got to be kidding me!" I said.

Thoughts of my other five children waiting and worrying about where their mommy and daddy were and having no way of getting in contact with them was killing me! We thought for a while and then decided to go back up and try to find a different way. Luckily, Jake noticed the other little narrow dirt road that veered off the main road that led to the scout camp the second time up. So, we made it to that camp 2 1/2 hours and about 15 miles later! All I could think about is how we're travelling these scary roads and we're going to fall down the cliff and my 5 children at home are going to loose not only their brother but also both parents! I was so upset! Thank heavens we were being watched over! After Jake got settled, Lee and I left down the crappy dirt road and finally got to a paved road and I could finally breathe again! We drove past "our" house and I started calming down again.

I'm just not made for adventures like this! Now I know why I wasn't a pioneer!