We loaded up Mer's Pathfinder with more food and booze than you can imagine, and hit the road to no husbands, no children, no cell phone service, and no real responsibilities besides making sure we were squeezing in some sips of water here and there. We left shortly after work and arrived around 11pm. Surprisingly, even after talking through most of the car ride, we stayed up until 2am talking some more. Again I surprised myself and woke up at 8:30am instead of 6:30am Saturday morning.
We all wanted to use the weekend of quiet in the mountains to get some reading of books done, so since I was the first one up, I headed out on the porch to read. In the end, I think we read about 10 pages between us, my contribution being 1.
From one side of the back porch, facing the relative direction of the entrance to the ghost town.
The mine. Still cool.
Off the back of the porch.
A couple of Jacob's favorite things are very old cars and very old buildings; he's very interested on what happened long ago. So I took these for him.
Off in the distance, right before the trees, is an old yellow tow-truck.
Chips, salsa, Margarita = breakfast of champions. But Tara is right: "HEY! It was, like, 11:30!"
Looking up at the town.
We learned there was an annual race making a pass through the town for the first time, happening that weekend: a 50-mile - FIFTY MILES?! - event appropriately called The Hurl. Starting around 9:30 in the morning, we heard intermittent cheering so around noon we decided to walk down and check it out. Oh, that's Mer, by the way.
We didn't get to bed until almost 3am on Sunday so I was able to sleep in until 8:30 Sunday morning. Everyone woke up, we gradually cleaned and straightened up the cabin, had breakfast, and got ready to go on one final walk around the area, to Dego Town.
We took our time getting packed up and finally got back in cell service around 1pm. As a bonus, I had a voicemail from my dad that he would be passing through Billings. I had no idea when the message was left but things worked out as he showed up at the house about 20 minutes before I came home. Between him, Zoey, and Jacob it was quite the homecoming.
It was another successful girls weekend for the books. I can't wait until next year. :-)