yesterday i got to go on a little adventure with the rest of my stake young men/women presidency. we headed south to scout out some good spots for a youth trek that will be going on next summer. ivan, one of the ym leaders, has constructed this beast of a machine that can climb anything anywhere. ps...that is not a painted background behind me...that is really how entirely gorgeous it was.
(the other rock hoppers were chris webb, curtis pugh, mark chrisiansen, marcia black, angela hurst, and ivan carr. they are such great people. i will miss them and this calling when i move.)
let me just say now, that although i am not afraid of many things, i was absolutely terrified of climbing anything anywhere. my dad used to back up to the big drop off at the dump and scare me by telling me we were going to drop off the cliff. it got to the point that i made him let me out of the truck a hundred feet away from the edge. also, when i was younger, the road to my dad's mine was a very narrow, rocky passage that had drop-offs on either side and i would watch as the rocks crumbled below us. so, those little experiences have ruined me for any true adventures in a car (well, maybe not ALL adventures in a car, but that's another story, and totally not appropriate for a post about the ym/yw presidency), but i hate spinning brodies, i hate sliding on snowy roads, i hate jeeping over slickrock. put me on a rollercoaster the size of china that's strapped to a giant hunk of steel and i'm happy as can be, but inside a vehicle like this and i want to cry a little.
ivan was a very skilled and friendly driver. he only mocked me a little bit when i screamed like a baby and whined like a celebrity. i'm grateful that he didn't force me to jump from the beast. and seeing as how my seatbelt was broken, that really was a valid option for me. (it was actually broken, it wasn't just too small for me.)
anyway, we had a great time on our reconnaissance mission. i think they got some wonderful plans mapped out. and we all survived. once it was over, i wanted some photos, because i think everyone needs to see this incredible, exciting, beast of a machine. it really was fun, but i was glad to hear that it gets rained on regularly, because i nearly peed in my underoos a few times. this photo was of me trying to crawl out onto the hood to model, but they wouldn't wait for me to strip down to my bikini, so what was the point? i stopped half way through the non-windshield.
the beast is named cerBerUS.
after the three-headed dog in greek mythology with the BUS emphasized because it truly is a beastly, topless bus. (i think i'll use this idea for my halloween costume sometime...beastly, topless bus..sounds perfect.) i think i was more scared of steep, bumpy, sideways climbing in this thing than i would be if i really came face-to-face with cerberus. but, it would really rock if i could go on the trek loaded in this, instead of pulling a handcart. too bad. so sad.
anyway, thanks for the adventure ivan. i needed something new to blog about.
8 comments:
I always love going Jeeping in Moab.
Is Jeeping even a word?
Too cool! That is a beast!! And my sister! Thanks to you Danelle for posting pictures of her, she never will.:) It is beautiful country! And once again you are hilarious!! When are where are you moving?
That sounds like such a good time. I'm with you...that would freak me out!
That vehicle looks like it's right up Luke's alley.
christin
P.S. By the way, he set our side yard on fire today. True story.
Probably until my mid-20's I would get nervous allowing some of my friends to drive me. I was uptight in street traffic even. A friend took me off-roading, against my will, and I was not a happy camper. It was always terrible for me to sit in the front seat, if I wasn't next to the windshield, in the middle of back seat, I was much easier to deal with. Even now I sometimes get nervous when Brien is driving (don't tell him).
I am so with you on the getting out of the truck before dad backs you off the edge of the dump...and getting out of the jeep on the steep slick rocks where you just know you're going to tumble over and die! I have the EXACT same fears from childhood as you do! I think our dad's must have ruined us for life! I'm glad you didn't pee in your underoos...I think I might have! Cool truck/jeep/van thingy though!! Fun post!
Don't let her fool you--Danelle was not whimpy, she was brave, steadfast, and somewhat immovable! I'd go to the Hole-in-the-Rock and back with her in my wagon anyday. We will miss you in Stake Young Women!
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