Fire Mountain

2-10-11




For some reason it seemed sound. Sure, hit on the locals and then they will take us to Fire Mountain.



We got up early in the hotel, and the shower consisted of a tiny bathtub with an ugly purple shower curtain that was torn and tattered. I had a hard time even pulling it closed due to how poor of shape it was in. I rinsed quickly in order to at the very least to get the sleep out of my eyes and un frizz my long hair.



It was cold, so I put on my brown boots with a little bit of fuzz sticking out the top. They matched my thick jacket perfectly, and my hair up in a messy ponytail on the top of my head.



Ken suggested I use some lipstick, which was odd since he hated lipstick. I pointed this out and he explained that today was not about impressing him, but impressing the dirty old fishermen of the town.



We headed out, not really sure where to start. Ken stayed back so Stephanie and I were able to look as though it was just the two of us. We walked along the boardwalk, where there were several men who had been up for hours, getting in the early fishing before the sun broke over the hills.



A few were drinking, and Stephanie decided to be bold and grabbed one of the beers from one of them and took a swig. Instead of what I assumed would be anger, his grizzled face broke into a huge grin. She and I exchanged glances and knew we were in.



After many drinks, mostly consumed by our new friends, we got to talking and with very little convincing we got two of them to agree to escort us to Fire Mountain. They growled their goodbyes to the others, and they then walked with us towards the giant escalator.



My companion was about 2 feet taller than me, and had a large beard. He resembled Hangrid from Harry Potter, complete with the gentle demeanor that you would not expect from such a man. He was better groomed than most of the men, which I was relieved about. He leaned on me slightly, which was tough since my slight figure had trouble supporting him. I then realized that I wasn’t playing the part fully since if he was the only one leaning in, then I was being much too standoffish. I quickly put my arm around his massive stature and leaned back, which was met with a warm chuckle and I felt balance again.



As we ascended the escalator, the clouds swirled around us, occasionally covering the town below us. It wasn’t long before you could not see where we had come from and the top seemed miles away. I was grateful that my guide was a gentleman.



As we got to the top, I saw the tables where people were dining all around the edge as they watched the baseball game. The balcony of tables surrounded the most beautiful field I had ever seen. The game was in full swing.



I looked back up to the approaching end of our ride, and there was a tiny Asian woman, in a blue blouse and skirt along with her cute little hat was leaning towards us with a giant tray along with hot tea and towels. My Hagrid declined and she backed away quickly as we stepped off the ascending stairway.



Suddenly, there was a loud, shrill beeping that rang through the stadium. I opened my eyes and realized I was in bed and it was time to get up. DAMMIT!! I really wanted to know what was at Fire Mountain!!!



Isn’t Nyquil fun?



I am on my second cup of green tea, and although it is keeping my cough at bay for now, I expect to be feeling pretty miserable much of today.



I am glad I am not going to Dax’s class today as I think that my sick would make it a crappy morning, and I would be way too inclined to not come back to work.



My treat from Target last night is a head of a Barbie doll, complete with hot pink hair. It is strangely happy making. LOL!