Snow warnings were looming but I just knew we would make it there until Friday came around and it was starting to look unlikely that our dream weekend would become a reality. As the snow began to fall in sheets, my department was sent home early from work and I drove home as quickly as I could knowing that time was of the essence if we wanted to make it to the cabin on time.
Jason picked me up against the advice of my parents... and the majority of Metro Atlanta... with two bouquets of roses and a promise of a one-of-a-kind weekend... which it certainly turned out to be. Hours and hours of traffic later we were reaching our destination at a snail's pace. As we got closer and closer to our cabin the roads got smaller, darker, and slicker. As we pulled around the final bend and reached the road our cabin was on, our trusty Camry did its best to climb the snow covered hill only to slide back onto a snowy patch on the road. Now, not only were we unsure if we could reach our cabin, we were unsure we would be able to reach ANYTHING! We were stuck... we had come all this way and we were STUCK but, worst of all, I was in danger of my parents being right!
So we began to brainstorm... should be push the car out of the snow and drive home? Should we walk into the darkness and try to find our cabin? Should we just sleep in the car? Well, if you know me, you know that if I want to do something, I'm going to do it. After sitting in the car for about 30 minutes deciding what to do, Josh began to get squirmy and we knew we needed to get going. We began to pack up our stuff in a effort to climb up the icy hill and walk an unknown distance to our cabin. We steered the car out of the way of traffic and started to get our things together when a Pathfinder drove up and rolled down it's window.
We wondered: Was it a car full of strange mountain folk? A group of young, disenfranchised gang bangers? Thankfully, no. It was Dan and Georgie, a young married couple with kids on their way to a fun-filled weekend in the mountains. We both sighed with relief and explained our situation. Dan agreed to drop off his family and then come back for us so we could pack up our stuff in his car and be safely carried to our cabin thanks to his 4-wheel drive. He was gone for quite a while... long enough for me to lose the keys to the cabin we picked up at the office miles away. I was about to just lay down in the snow, give up, and let the universe decide if my stupid ass deserved to live when about 15 minutes later Jason unearthed our keys which, I'm not sure if I was delirious or if the keys were really actually glowing, but you get the picture.
So we finally made it to our cabin as our Camry lay abandoned, resting quietly in a pile of snow at the bottom of a seemingly endless hill but we didn't care. We were THERE. We thanked Dan with one of my bouquets of flowers and went inside the freezing cabin. And just as we set down the last of our luggage, Josh was taking a poop right in the middle of the floor... one of many he would take in the first hour of our arrival. Josh pooped everywhere twice that night. And it seemed like there was no amount of time spent outside that could prevent him from doing it again. I kind of took it as his own little way to avenge us after the horrible car ride we put him through.
But after we survived Josh's fecal fury, we decided to call it a night and go to bed. But then, Josh climbed up between us and peed in our bed. He PEED in the BED, people! Could this night get any worse?? Should we have just WALKED home?! We were so exhausted so all we could do was pull off the bed sheets and use the spare blankets from the closet. It only took about one minute to find out I was horribly allergic to them! My eyes turned red and itchy and I could feel the hives breaking out all over my body... needless to say, I was NOT a happy camper. But thanks to sheer exhaustion, I made it to sleep.
We woke up with the shared resolution of enjoying a peaceful Saturday. We made a big breakfast and hopped into the hot tub only to find that we could not think about anything else other than the fact that we might not be able to escape the woods without a tow truck. After a few hours of pretending not to be worried, we both gave in, agreed to cut our losses and just get the HELL outta there. The tow truck arrived, drove our car out of the snow and to a safer, dry road and we never looked back! Oh, but let's not forget that as I walked to the tow truck, I stepped on a patch of ice and wiped out in front of the towing crew... let's not forget THAT.
So we just drove home on the winding country roads listening to blue grass and just laughing about our disastrous weekend. We stopped to get an orange soda and realized the weekend was actually kind of awesome. It's fun to endure something like this with someone you love. It's fun to see how you both manage the catastrophes. We used to remainder of the day to eat Mexican food, take naps, watch movies and play video games at Dave and Busters... we had been though so much that weekend, we just didn't seem to want to stop DOING THINGS.
So I deem this past weekend as a one-of-a-kind experience... exactly what we wanted it to be... SUCCESS!
