As we pulled up to the start of the road, we were handed this folder. I should have been worried when the envelope talked about cooling your brakes and in bold telling you to drive all the way up and down in lowest gear. I just remember thinking let's get this show on the road! Did I mention that my husband asked me if I wanted him to drive and I said no?
We popped in the CD given to us and listened to the history of the road as we slowly made our way to the summit. . . . I was listening until the tree line stopped. Then I think my heart stopped beating. Holy ca ca. I was scared. The road was narrow, shared by traffic both ways, and we were just a few feet from careening off the side of the mountain. Holy ca ca!! Just writing this now brings shakes to my typing (or maybe that is 4 cups of coffee). My husband had the audacity to stick his head out the sun roof and take pictures, while yelling to me, "Check this out!!" I don't remember exactly what I screamed back, but expletives were involved. I was driving, leaning into the mountain, thinking this would help balance the car. Seriously?
|Oh yea, I was scared|
Well, this was all new to me. Being scared. Sure, I'm not wild about heights, like the top of a Ferris wheel, but many people don't like too. I looked around at the summit and didn't see the fear in other's faces like I felt in mine. And I didn't like it. Didn't like feeling the fear. And knew I couldn't gaze up at Mt. Washington from below and not remember how I was scared and didn't do anything about it. So I did. I was scared, but I stuck my head out the window. And it was worth it.
|Beautiful, just beautiful|
|Head out the window, wind blowing in hair, bugs in teeth, and I felt fine.|