After coming off a rough day and a horrible ice storm, we woke up to the sound of crackling branches and fog as thick as the eyes could see. Even so, I put on my new coat, ski cap, and gloves, and sat down on a chair over looking the Smokies with my coffee in hand. At this time I was thinking, I need to check my emails and maybe blog a bit. After all, I can't very well go anywhere with the drive frozen over. It was in the process of melting, but I didn't want to take any chances.
I opened up my laptop and searched for a connection. Awwww, NO WIFI! You have got to be kidding. Now I know I'm in trouble. I live for the internet and my websites, so this just won't do. I had to think of something.
I located a Starbucks 6.7 miles away in Pigeon Forge and figured, I'll head there later after the snow melts.
While I was patiently awaiting my time to leave, Kelly went outside to the truck. I was thinking he was going to start it up and let t run for a while. I went outside, and before I knew it, he was turning the truck around to face forward. Why? I have no idea. By the time he made it forward, the truck's back tires hit an ice patch and the truck went sliding down the mountain. At this point I'm thinking, "you're in God's hands now, or gods".
The truck did a 360 and bounced back and forth between the trees. Let me just remind you, the cabin was at 1992 feet and the drop is close to a 75 degree angle. I was yelling every profanity in the book. I had to trek down the slope in my Columbia hiking shoes as fast as I could. I never fell so these shoes were a great investment(not a review, just the truth).
By the time I got to the bottom, Kelly was laughing and still in the driver's seat. Well, at least he made it easy for me to leave *smile*.
A few hours later I left to check my emails at Starbucks. I had about one hour before I had to go back. Making it up the mountain was nearly impossible after dark and in the snow, so I had to rush and basically chug my Caffe Latte.
I made it home by 5:30 sharp, while I was exhausted and ready to sit down, the rest of the cabin company insisted I make my famous chile. I could have settled for a jello cup, but no, let's make the person that paid for the vacation cook our meals. I'm bitter, that's the sleepiness kicking in.
After dinner, I practically locked myself in the bedroom and uploaded my shots for the day. I was in bed by 8:00pm.
