ok so the other night i dreamt that i moved to wells. (i can just see the kiddo's face if i told him we were moving to wells - population well under 800. maybe even under 500).
anyhoo... i dreamed we moved to wells, and i needed to drive to quesnel to buy groceries (which, by the way, is a SORRY state of affairs lol). now the road between wells and quesnel is a mountain road, and is notoriously poor in the winter. mike b was FURIOUS with me for attempting the drive, but somehow i had come into a very swishy range rover - fully kitted out for bad conditions and was determined to make the trip. all along the road there were cars and trucks in the ditch. i remember sniffing derisively as i passed a nissan xterra tits up in a snowbank, thinking something along the lines of "next time buy a REAL SUV."
some of the grades on the highway were close to 90degrees - seriously straight up and down, and completely covered in ice. i could feel the truck basically sliding down the hills, and i was basically controlling where it slid.
but i made it to quesnel and was doing my shopping - trailed closely by mike b (who was miraculously transported there for seemingly precisely this purpose) who was YELLING at me for taking such risks. when someone stopped me to ask me the road conditions, and i started to describe them, he actually walked away so he didn't have to listen.
so what's THAT one mean?
last night was fun, if you like that sort of thing
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