Sunday Fun Day

What was suppose to be a fun day may not be so fun. When I woke up Sunday morning, it was raining. I could hear it loudly as I laid in the cabins full size bed made of just springs and no padding. I wanted to get up and look outside but my back was saying, if you move, I will hurt you even more. I took a few minutes and then got up slowly. Thank God I am still semi-young and in half way decent shape. My mother would have been crippled up all day if she had to sleep in the bed I was sleeping in. When I looked out the window, it was just as I thought, we had rain all night long. Freezing temperatures and Rain don't mix very well. It wasn't just misting out, it was in a full downpour. The road in front of our cabin was very glassy looking. Not good at all. We have to go uphill to get out. That's not good at all when down hill from the driveway about 30 yards was a cliff. I made some tea and thought I would let everyone sleep in a little. I was certainly in no rush to get back out on our road after the whole bridge incident the day before.
After a while, everyone was up and we were eating a great breakfast, even though the cabin's nonstick pans made everything stick. Working in this little kitchen made me miss my kitchen even more. The cabins stove was electric. It's hard to regulate the heat on an electric stove. Especially hard when the coils that plug in to make the heat are sitting on a severe angle. The burner sloped in the direction of the hill in front of our cabin. Oh my God, was this place sliding slowly toward the cliff. Hopefully it can hold out for another day until we leave. That is, if we can get out of here alive or better yet out of the driveway. Oh that's right, the real estate Co. dropped off some complimentary gravel. Wasn't that so thoughtful of those rat bastards. By the way, I am having a good time. It was just these few things that really chapped my ass. For Goodness sake, shovel out a decent walk way to the door for us and plow out our damn driveway. I can live with crooked burners on the stove, a bed not fit for humans, a fireplace that was the heat pump(you turn the heat up and the fireplace would come on), a dishwasher that could barely fit a place setting for four in a house that slept 8-10 people, cookie sheets that wouldn't fit in the oven, and a hot tub with the wrong key(that is a whole other story). We could make all this work, but we couldn't fix the outside problem, a driveway with about a foot of unplowed icy snow on it and a road in front that was hanging on for dear life. In the meantime, the kids thought this was the greatest thing. Oh to be to carefree and unworried about things in life. The kids ran and got dressed and grabbed their sleds and took off for the icy hill in front of the cabin. We hadn't seen any traffic on the road in front of us the whole time. GO FIGURE!!! The kids probably sled for about an hour. They had a great time. The whole time I was out there watching, I was just thinking about getting out. I could not and did not want to be cooped up in the cabin all day. It was still raining pretty good outside. Snowboarding and Skiing would really be yucky today. Oh well, Pat and I would give them a few choices.
We asked the kids if they wanted to go to the slopes and they didn't look too enthused. Who could blame them. It was pouring! Then Shannon said something and they realized they could go bowling at home, or play x-box, but they couldn't snowboard or ski. As they got ready to ski, I made some sandwiches and packed tons of snacks and drinks. This would be our last night here and we still had tons of food to eat up so we didn't have to pack it up to bring it home. Everyone was ready and we got in the suburban and started to back up. We moved to the top of the driveway seemingly easy but stopped at the top. I yelled at Pat to KEEP GOING! He said "I AM! WE ARE SPINNING!" So Pat pulled forward to try again. This time we slid into a rut on the side of the driveway. Now we were going nowhere. I got out of the car to look. As I watched Pat spinning and spinning, I looked back behind me. The big ugly pile of black complimentary gravel. This isn't going to look good on my white ski bunny outfit. THIS SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!! As I grabbed our half cracked snow shovel to scoop out some gravel, I was thinking "you leave us gravel, but no real shovel to scoop it with. Rat bastards." It took about a half an hour, but we finally got the Hoopty out. Although, we had to drive out of our road backwards for about 200 yards. Once we got going, we were afraid to stop. The road in front of the cabin was to narrow to turn the Hoopty bus around. The ride out to the main road was a little hair raising but we made it.
When we got to the ski resort, we outfitted the kids in there equipment and they were off. I watched them for a long while and then headed into the bar to hang out with Pat. He wanted to watch the football games. When I walked into the bar, I was pretty pissed to see Pat had ordered some chicken wings. He said "These are for you." and I said"WHAT?, I just packed all that food to bring and you buy chicken wings. Not to mentioned it felt like breakfast was still sitting in my throat!" He leans over and whispers in my ear, "I had to order something" He then pointed to a huge piece of paper on the bar that basically said that Garrett County was dry on Sundays and the restaurant/bartender had to use their discretion in serving alcohol. Unless you order food when you are in a restaurant, you can't drink alcohol. I could care less because I don't really drink, but Pat's eyes were as wide a saucers when he showed it to me. I thought it was hysterical. The kids finished skiing and we headed home. Pat of course was feeling no pain. I wish the bartender would have used better discretion when serving him. We drove back to the cabin at about 85 miles and hour(way to fast considering the roads were freezing), and when we got to the entrance of our community and Pat hit the four wheel drive and started fishtailing, I was about at a mental breakdown. "SLOW DOWN!!!!" He didn't like my comment one bit. He slammed on the breaks and we went at it. The kids went silent for the rest of the roller coaster ride back to the cabin. I was white-knuckling it all the way. Pat thought he was the best driver in the world that night. I thought he was a wreckless, arrogant, jerk. I wonder if he thought he was a total idiot the next day. I wonder if he realized he could have killed his whole family. I wonder if he had any regrets of how he treated me. After all, I was still traumatized from a near death experience the day before when we almost went off the bridge into the rushing river. Tomorrow we would be going home, but we would be taking the kids on one last adventure. It was going to be a surprise for them. TO BE CONT...............