So much better

I had the best afternoon ever, visited a lovely school.  Smiling just thinking about it.  Anyway, I wrote all about it on the BC Book Tour blog, if you want to read about it.  One reading tonight, another one tomorrow morning and then we begin the long trek home.  It will be nice.  I’m going to buy a big free-range turkey and all the fixin’s and cook it up and eat it.  Yum! 

Either I’ll make it Sunday, or Don said something about Dave coming back next week?  I can’t remember because we didn’t get home until around midnight last night and my mind was mush by the time I had my good-night phone call with Don. 

We got back to the hotel so late because the mountain pass was very treacherous and ladened with thick fast falling snow.  It was touch and go whether we were going to make it at all.  It was hard to see the road at times, because along with the snow and the dark, there was also, fog. 

It was scary, but fun too.  We told ghost stories.  Real life ones.  Personal ones.  Bryan drove like the champion he is.  I was very impressed, but even more, I was thankful that it was not me at the wheel, skidding up and then down the highest mountain peak in B.C. in all that pounding thick snow, with the lives of four other people depending on him.  Very glad indeed.

(Thank you Ruth and Carolyn for your very sweet thoughtful, timely emails.  Yesterday’s episode is well and truly behind me.)

Posted by Meg Tilly on Thursday, April 24, 2008 in Chewing the Fat