Sorry, I've been away for a few days but I really don't have any good excuses on my end. Life gets kinda busy from day to day and computer time just isn't in the cards.
On Tuesday, we drove the RV over the Hoover Dam during a raging wind storm. I was just certain we would blow over and die! But in the same token, I have wondered when I become so scared...no...terrified...of such routine things. It all stems from our first trip to Hawaii, the big island, when we went out to explore the volcano. My crazy husband and friends thought it would be such an adventure to actually walk on the crusty black volcano ground. I, on the other hand, thought it would be best to keep my little size 8's on the grassy ground. Why mind you ask? Well, the volcano in Hawaii is a tube lava flow volcano...now there's a fancy scientific name for it but, hey, I'm not a scientist so my description will have to do...anyway, the tubes of lava flow right below the surface of the ground. I wasn't about to test the trust of Pele (the Hawaiian Goddess of Volcanos)!
It was then, at that very moment that I felt terror. What if one of those crazy idiots I was travelling with fell through the lava? At least, I had the car keys!
The same feeling presided over me as we drove the RV over the dam. How I managed to take photos, I'll never know...but I did and I will post them soon.
Mind you, driving over the dam in an ordinary car wouldn't be a problem and perhaps driving the RV over the dam with less than 50 mile an hour winds would be a fear free adventure. I'll just have to let you know!