Thursday, June 18, 2009
Sorry guys--it was just my camera again. By the way I am going to put you online and I promise I'll blur out your license plate number.
And then I thought I was going to lose my life.
Surely I was going to die--not because anyone was mad at me, but because my husband's cousin, Rick Johnson, was taking my husband and me on an off road jeep ride up and down wash banks and steep desert knolls. At least five times I thought we were going to tip as I sat in the middle of the backseat contemplating my escape from the Jeep of Horrors.
My husband and Rick are used to off roading having grown up on and near their grandfather's farm in central Utah just outside of Price. Growing up along the Gordon Creek Wash the cousins had plenty of exploring whether by foot or on dirt bikes. One of the first things my husband did when we got to Utah last week was jump on Rick's old trials bike and head down the wash with his cousin and cousin's friend. Rick is now at Champ level with the Wasatch Trials Association and therefor has tons of experience in off roading.
That fact did not deter the knot in my stomach and my feelings of trepidation as I feared I may never see my children again. One of us should have stayed home with the kids.
And then my husband laughed at me.
Up the backside of the ledge that surrounds their grandfather's property we drove by passing the homes near the golf course wondering if those who lived inside knew about the solitude and magnificence that the ledge brought to those that venture there. The old gas roads were rocky and some nearly washed out from recent rains brought to this high desert valley. The landscape was unusually green as a result of the recent rainfall and the scent of incoming rain and crushed sagebrush ever present. We could not have made it up the ledge without the aid of Rick's jeep.
Nearly getting stuck in the mud was the best part.
From high up on the ledge we could see most of the surrounding area: the city of Price, the homes of Carbonville, the Gordon Creek, miles and miles of desert and ledges and Pinnacle Peak. It was easy to imagine oneself as a Native American hunting deer and other wild game. A family member once found a red jasper arrowhead up here many years ago. Other farmers have found Native American artifacts and donated them to the CEU Prehistoric Museum located in Downtown Price.
We found adventure, good times, and memories.
And then the lightening really began to flash and the thunder roll as we decided to make our way back home. I never did get back into the Jeep of Horrors after that night...once was enough for me.