Down to the River
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Today I woke up quite early to find that it was quite a dark day, and it even sprinkled a little in the morning. Though I had a plan for the day, an nothing could stop me.
After relaxing and waiting for the rainclouds to dissipate, I grabbed my walking stick, a rain poncho, and called the dogs. Today I will walk down to the river!
The walk is approximately 4 kilometers, however, the river is at the base of the mountain, and as I soon realized, I couldnt go by the road. Not only are the drivers absolute maniacs and would probably run me right over, but Murka and Chaka were too crazy and threw themselves under the tires. I had to take the road less traveled. Which mean walking through bushes with thorns, climb through trees, and walk through grasses waist high.
The walk was incredible, I started getting tired early on, as far too many cigarettes can do that to you. But I pushed on and finally reached the last little sqiggly of a road...where it zigzagged a couple of times as it reached the base of the mountain. Here is when I reached my main problem. On one side of the road is the steepest part of the mountain, and we had to be out of sight of the road, because if the dogs see a car the dash down to the road. On the other side, was a basically a ditch from one zigzag to the other. This was the turn that people just drove like crazy, and so I decided to gather my guts, and go through the ditch. The weeds, bushes, and grasses reached over my head. Finally emergin on the other side, I tried to speedwalk the dogs accross the bridge and head to the other side of the river.
At this point is where I had a massive panic attack as both dogs darted in the other direction and sped towards what seemed to be a herd of sheep and goats. I screamed after them, yelling for them to come back and hitting my stick against the pavement of the road in order to get their attention, though useless. I started to run after them when I heard gunshots and hit the floor. The herder was shotting wildly into the air in my direction to scare the dogs, not knowing I was there. I frantically started screaming and I finally heard the shots dissipate. Then I waited....about 5 minutes of pure torture and fear. Where were my dogs, did he kill them? Where were they!?
Finally, after the worst 5 minutes of my life I heard the patter of their feet running up the road to me.
So, I took them to the river where there was a little clearing and they ran around playing. Though I passed by the river a couple of times, I didnt think it was in such bad shape. What used to be a deep river, where we used to go fishing every summer.
Finally, as I was standing enjoying the peace and watching the dogs play, it started raining, I took out my poncho, and started the long walk up back up the mountain. While going through the woods, the road came in sight every once in a while, and I actually could see my parents car driving back and forth. I didnt realize that I had been gone for so long and they were out looking for me. About an hour and half later, I reached the house, where they played it off as if everything was alright, and they werent frantically looking for me for the past 3 hours. I had been gone for about 5 hours. :-)
It was such a refreshing walk, and such a peaceful experience.....aside from my crazy dogs.
The rest of the night was spent resting and lounging, and watching the rain outside the door. Really wonderful day