Todd took the opportunity to do some fishing -- the serious kind that requires "waders" and "flies" and other, unidentifiable stuff. I asked him if he felt like Brad Pitt in A River Runs Through It. If you haven't seen that movie, (and I highly recommend it) it sort of implies that bait fishing is for Baptists, and fly-fishing is reserved for Presbyterians. Since he's married to a Presbyterian, I guess it works out.
(Speaking of religion, some drunk guy on the plane home asked me if I was a Mormon. When I said no, he said, "well, you know, because you're reading.")
While Todd was fishing and being otherwise active, I was doing some serious sleeping-in, reading (like a Mormon), and wandering around the town.
Once I had been sufficiently lazy, we ended the trip with a drive up to Whiteface Mountain, where they did the ski jumps for said Olympics. The drive up there was a bit harrowing for me -- I don't do too well with heights, and if you know me at all, you also know that I don't do too well with driving.
But the drive was NOTHING -- nothing, I tell you, to the "short" walk up to the peak. I'll give them the "short" part; it's only about a fifth of a mile, according to the sign. But that fifth is STRAIGHT FUCKING UP (sorry, Mom) and on uneven rock steps with only the flimsiest of flimsy guard rails to keep you from tumbling over the side.
Well. I made it about a fifth of that fifth of a mile, then my legs started shaking so bad I thought they might shake me off the mountain, and I freaked out and cried to Todd, "I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS AT ALL!" Then I turned around and crept -- yes, crept -- down the steps and walked as close to the mountain side as I could all the way to the elevator.
Yes, folks, there's an elevator to the top. Just especially for big ol' chickens like me. The view was lovely; well worth the elevator trip. (Nothing is worth those steps.)
And that was all. Lickety-split, vacation was over. I have to say it was a good one.
Tomorrow it's back to the old grind. I'll have to start taking some pretty pictures of Louisville, just to keep the blog from looking dreary.
5 comments:
KARA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What language!!!!!!!! Your vacation sounds wonderful and I think I'll let you plan my next trip! So glad that you and Todd had such a great time! Sorry about the diving!
I wasn't sure if you guys were home, but I saw Todd on TV today, so I guess you are...
That story about the mountain is hysterical! I bet your mother is totally going to give you the stink eye for dropping the f-bomb, though!
Maybe I'm weird, but reading about those steps made me want to climb them right now! And who knew that only Mormons read? I've apparently been Mormon all this time and didn't know it!
I always considered myself a bit of a pagan, but who knew all it took was a book to make me a Morman. Good to know :)
I want to climb the mountain too! But I am also one of the hiking freaks that loves to push myself. The view is amazing, and that pic of you and Todd is so cute!
Where's the damn elevator again? I'm up here now in the freezing cold and can't find a damn elevator . . . . Well, thanks for nothing. I'm headin' home. JBF
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