POP!! Griiiiiiiiiiiiiind!
Oh my, what is that strange noise?
Can you say TIRE BURST?
Tire burst.
No, not tire burst, TIRE BURST!
... *blank stare*
Never mind.
Anyway, we're on our way to Seattle when (DUNDUNDUN) the tire blew (DANANANA). Right in middle of I-5. Yeah...funfun.
So, we pull over and start trying to figure out where the spare tire is. We look under the seats, under the bumper, in the trunk, in the wall, and we cannot find ANYTHING that would lead us to the location of the doughnut.
We even checked the book. It said under the middle console. I have no idea what the middle console even is...
So, we're looking, and looking, and this guy pulls up behind us.
This dude is maybe in his 50s, wearing a tattered ball cap, black biker boots and shirt, jeans, and has a classic biker haircut.
The guy got out of his car and asked how her could help. With his help, soon we'd found the spare. He put it on for us, and we went to sears to get new tires. My plans for the day were sunk, but whatever.
Yesterday we went to Mt. St. Helen's. It was really foggy though, so we couldn't see anything for a looong time. Finally the fog lifted. It was beautiful.
The air was cold, and thin, and fresh. It burned my lungs in pleasant way. The wind roared around me, calling my name, and begging me to follow.
A path led up the side of a mountain top, and Chris, Zack, and I began up it. About half way up Zack had to use the bathroom, so he and Chris turned back.
When they were gone I was the only person around. Looking out I could see no sign of humankind. Just hills going on forever...And though that path must be walked dozens of times a day, I felt as though I were the only one who'd ever seen this beauty.
I was alone. But it was a beautiful alone. The kind filled with silence, and thought, and peace. The kind you want to never end.
But, like all else it ended to soon.
Chris came up and told me it was time to leave. Mom and Aunt Cindy, and Zack were waiting for us.
