Nathaniel the Grublet
I made a new friend today, we met at the bus stop and continued on to great adventures in the wilderness. Hiw name is Alex and this is his story.
Never been to the Crowsnest Pass, seems like a nice enough town. The mountains are far more spectacular than I remember seeing before. It seems welcoming enough, at least the two guys holding a rather large sign with my name on it seem friendly. Welcome to the Pass they say, where are you from they say, do you want to go exploring off in the middle of knowhere they say. And so I did. Like I said, they seemed friendly enough.
Next thing I know we are nearing the top of a rather small trail, it has been fun enough, I've met some more people and they don't seem to mind that we are nearing the pinnicle of a rather high, with sharp cliffs on the sides, type of peak. And then it happens the driver mumbles somthing under his breathe as the wheels of the truck slide on the slick rock underneath into a gap in the mountain, he reacts quickly rolling with the hole and popping out on the other side but too quickly. Its too late, up this ramping thing into the air only to land on the bottom of the truck, wheel spinning screaming for ground to push off against, but only getting air. There we teeter, balanced on the top of a rock so peaklike in nature it should be given a name. Breathing out too quickly caused the truck to rock back and forth so the five occupants even refrained from talking.
And then with a rustle the driver slowly hands each corner person a flare that was neatly stowed away in the glove compartment. Thats me on the back left. Three Two One we light them at the exact same time, the vehicle stops rocking and start spinning slowly like a top. There we wait spinning.
An hour later still noone is talking and a sound can be heard coming from the north, straining I see a helecopter. As he nears four men dressed in ninja outfits repel quickly down towards the truck. Without a word and 30 seconds later we are air born, swinging back and forth in the wind as the chopper lifts us back towards home. Windows open limbs flapping in the wind the mood lightens. Turing on the music we realize that the antenne was somehow lost in our assent. So instead we told each other stories of our exciting adventure and listened to the story of Nathaniel the Grublet.
The End.
So I went out in my new truck, and I got stuck enough that the ninja's are some guys from camp and the helicopter was their 4runner. I really did meet alex and also broke off my antenna. I'm back, and glad I brought my truck with me.
Never been to the Crowsnest Pass, seems like a nice enough town. The mountains are far more spectacular than I remember seeing before. It seems welcoming enough, at least the two guys holding a rather large sign with my name on it seem friendly. Welcome to the Pass they say, where are you from they say, do you want to go exploring off in the middle of knowhere they say. And so I did. Like I said, they seemed friendly enough.
Next thing I know we are nearing the top of a rather small trail, it has been fun enough, I've met some more people and they don't seem to mind that we are nearing the pinnicle of a rather high, with sharp cliffs on the sides, type of peak. And then it happens the driver mumbles somthing under his breathe as the wheels of the truck slide on the slick rock underneath into a gap in the mountain, he reacts quickly rolling with the hole and popping out on the other side but too quickly. Its too late, up this ramping thing into the air only to land on the bottom of the truck, wheel spinning screaming for ground to push off against, but only getting air. There we teeter, balanced on the top of a rock so peaklike in nature it should be given a name. Breathing out too quickly caused the truck to rock back and forth so the five occupants even refrained from talking.
And then with a rustle the driver slowly hands each corner person a flare that was neatly stowed away in the glove compartment. Thats me on the back left. Three Two One we light them at the exact same time, the vehicle stops rocking and start spinning slowly like a top. There we wait spinning.
An hour later still noone is talking and a sound can be heard coming from the north, straining I see a helecopter. As he nears four men dressed in ninja outfits repel quickly down towards the truck. Without a word and 30 seconds later we are air born, swinging back and forth in the wind as the chopper lifts us back towards home. Windows open limbs flapping in the wind the mood lightens. Turing on the music we realize that the antenne was somehow lost in our assent. So instead we told each other stories of our exciting adventure and listened to the story of Nathaniel the Grublet.
The End.
So I went out in my new truck, and I got stuck enough that the ninja's are some guys from camp and the helicopter was their 4runner. I really did meet alex and also broke off my antenna. I'm back, and glad I brought my truck with me.
posted by crippled at 20:07
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