We had a different kind of day than planned when I got up this morning. Everything was going according to plan and for a pleasant change, even ahead of schedule, when my husband called saying that he had a breakdown and needed to go get parts and if we wanted to he would swing by to pick us up and we could go with him to his job site while he makes repairs.
As a rule I don't like seeing where he is working until the job is done. It makes what he does seem a little less dangerous that way. But today, being such a gorgeous fall day I couldn't say no.
The narrow trail with extreme drop offs had me gasping and squeezing my eyes shut and I was actually glad once we came to the point where we had to park the truck and walk the remaining half mile.
This old house hidden deep in the woods and abandoned years ago fascinated me and I was glad I had remembered to grab the camera.
Once we got to the breakdown and my husband started the repairs the girls and I decided to start walking back since he wanted to finish his skid of logs. The skid trail is dusty and the girls loved walking through it with their bare feet.
Once we got to the truck we waited for a few minutes until my husband came with the next turn of logs. He came over and asked me to drive the truck to the landing. Normally I jump at the chance to get to drive the truck but not on this scary trail. He was kind enough to drive it over the worst part while I once again cowered shamelessly as we crept across a narrow bridge with only inches to spare and a good twelve foot drop. After we crossed the bridge I managed to manuver the truck all the way to the landing while he brought the logs.
I think we all enjoyed the afternoon but now I have to think of something to do tomorrow to erase all those images from my mind when he goes back to work.