I’m getting a jeep.
Ok, so that was a bit of an exaggeration.
I don’t steal things, especially vehicles.
Well, especially doesn’t really count when I don’t steal things. There really isn’t an especially in such circumstances is there?
I need a Jeep so that I can get to my beloved waterfall through the worst winter weather. The road is currently under several inches of well-packed snow that my sweet little front-wheel drive, she’s-been-a-good-car-though, PT Cruiser convertible just couldn’t go.
(note: the convertible top was NOT down).
Grand theft auto would land me in the stoney lonesome and it would be quite some time before I could see over the barbed-wire lined wall, much less drive the winding, mountain roads that bring me such pleasure.
But today, when I arrived nearly to the falls, I found that my little cruiser wasn’t up for the task. She tried, but there is a limit to her magnificence.
I did what I always do when my hopes are shattered by unforeseen circumstances and that which I long so desperately for is unattainable.
I cry.
It isn’t that I’m a baby, on the contrary, I’m pretty tough.
I seem, however, to have little control over my tear ducts.
They are betrayers of the worst kind and often decide to show themselves at the most inopportune times.
So I didn’t get to the falls today.
If the weatherman is worth his weight in hair gel, though, there will me many other opportunities. According to him, who hits the nail on the head about 20% of the time, the low temps in February are going to be as cold, if not colder, than January.
Now I don’t expect to have my Jeep by then, but my dad has a truck … and he likes me.
Even though I didn’t get to see the magnificence of the falls that I am certain had to be frozen, I did get some nice shots of a mostly frozen, snow-covered creek full of lovely rocks.
I just love rocks.
Take rocks, put them in water, freeze it and add some snow … well, it helped take the sting out of not being able to reach the falls today.
Caution: shameless self promotion – click on the photographs for some sweet Valentine’s Cay cards from Through the Eyes of the Spirit (aka: me)
A snowy creek
Rocks in their Winter attire.
The Magic of Winter.
Beneath the Ice.
As always, thanks for following along and remember, be who you are because nobody does it better.
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