Sunday, September 19, 2010
So we packed up the rig, and set off for the Erma Bells. The hubby drove. I wanted to stab myself in the eye just out of sheer boredom. The main part of the drive is about 40 miles on a scenic byway. For some reason because there is no speed limit sign, he seemed to think that he needed to go 30 mph on this paved, two lane road. For 40 miles. We finally made it to the turn-off and went 10 mph for 4 miles on a very nicely graveled road. Oh how I wished I was driving. I remember driving up and down McGowen Rd (miles and miles of twisty gravel, sometimes paved, logging roads) in my younger days, probably going too fast for the comfort of others, but I was just fine at those speeds. Anyway.
Don't get me wrong though. I was not unafraid of the possibilities of bears wanting to eat me. I was fully prepared to pee my pants upon introduction to the pissed off mama protecting her young, and then high tail it outta there. I just didn't see the need of the constant click of my husbands puny knife. Yes, we made other noises to alert the animals of our presence, but after the first mile of "flip-click-smack-flip-click-smack" I was ready to stab him myself.
Since you are reading this, we are, obviously still alive. We saw no bears, chanterelles either. Although I will admit that it was awfully hard to watch where I was walking, look for 'shrooms and look out for bears at the same time. Better luck next week when we go to our usual spots.