IRONY

The ONLY thing crazy about basking in the depths of God's glorious creations is there are soooo many ways to die! (from my journal, written just 1 hr ago) ---As my feet slide with every step down the mountain, snow slips into my shoes like a secret gone bad. I reached over, attempting to stabalize myself on a bush twig, dead in this season, before it snapped like celery between my frigid fingers sending me with an escalating speed down the side of the mountain. Of course, I did choose the most maddening peak to climb, all geared up with water, my journal, and a Bible--3 of my favorite survival tools. I could only make it up so far before an impassible rusted fence convinced me my journey was finished, though not fulfilled. My determination to venture into the woods alone is only so because the days thus far have been spent consumed with company. And plus sometimes it's just fun to see what I'm made of, what level of ninja fighting powers I hold. And let me tell ya, when it's cold, not very much.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Good food, good eats, good friends...even though I just met them a week ago. I suppose though, they are my new family. It's sort of like a gang. Hmm, I'm part of a gang. I'm a gangsta. A snowboarding gangsta. Nope, doesn't quite have the ring I was hoping for.
*Must go practice on the mandolin for tomorrow's festivities. Hope it flows well with the harmonica. Too bad I can't actually play either one.