mt. roosevelt

Here is a Thanksgiving story for all of you.
I am in Deadwood this week(end) for the holidays.
It's been a pretty nontraditional Thanksgiving for me....which I surprisingly like.
I'm big on tradition, so it shocks me a little bit that I don't mind spending the holiday away from my family.
I love my family...I'm just saying that this is a nice alternative.

Anyway, yesterday we had found a free Thanksgiving buffet at one of the casinos.
It was delicious.
I ate way too much.
After stuffing my face for a good 45 mins, we tromp back to the hotel room and take the required Thanksgiving afternoon nap.

We had planned on going to Mt. Roosevelt earlier in the day.
Still stuffed from the meal, we make our way over.
Kyle had been there previously and knew the way. It was up this winding, completely snow covered road.
I did think I was going to die a couple times when he was driving on it.
Not because of his driving skills (which are very good), but because I am morbid and think of all the worst case scenarios.
I want to be prepared.
I'm like Robert Downy Jr. in that Sherlock Holmes movie....I plan out possible sequences in my head.
I don't know how I got to talking about this.

Anyway, we finally make it to the top and have to hike a little bit to get to the actual viewing spot.
Kyle is the leader, then me, and Dana is bringing up the rear.
One thing you should know about Dana, he is the most quiet man I have ever met.
Well maybe not quiet...but stealthy.
Very, very stealthy.
So we are all walking along ( I am semi dying bc I am so full from Thanksgiving still), and all of a sudden I hear a noise behind me....it sounds like books falling off a bookshelf.
It was Dana. Falling.
By the time I turned around (which was seconds after I heard the noise), Dana was up and already brushing his leg off.
It was hilarious. He is so quick!

We finally make it to the top and the view is gorgeous.
It is also about 5 below and windy...like hurricane windy.
But it was a fun trek.
And a fun memory from Thanksgiving.

Comments

  1. AnonymousNovember 30, 2010 at 3:56 PM

    No splash slides, drinking beers without opening them, and eating it with the utmost secrecy....

    ReplyDelete

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