Who knew that it was more than 1,000 metres up to Pine Cone Inn? Well, technically, at least 20 minutes past and up from Pine Cone but still – those were some serious metres to log, especially because they were on a f***ing road!
Yes, this was my fourth time up that way and every time I do it I swear that nothing, but NOTHING will make me do it again.
But it was the first time that Nicky, Shiela, Ann and I have all been together for a while and Sheila is leaving tomorrow for a month and soooooo…
So we slogged it up that horrible road and I hardly complained at all. Well, maybe just a little. Maybe more than a tiny bit. Hmmmm – I think there was actually one small part near the end where I said something positive – and then there was the fast downhill and I think I said something nice on the way down. I think what I said was “Are we there yet?”
That counts as nice, right? Right?
It was foggy. We were in a cloud. We had no views. We giggled nevertheless. It was nice – “nice” being the word of the day.
Make sure you never hear any of us calling you “nice” and you’ll be okay.
The company was wonderful. The bubble bath afterwards pure bliss.
And Simon is excited about a new idea that I really like too.