Return of Memoryfest - Day 18/31

[bironic]

18. Middle School

My best friend A.'s family invited me to go up to the KOA campground in Kingston, NY with them for a weekend in their motorhome. We drove up on a Friday night. I can't have been in the front passenger seat, but I had a clear view out the front windshield. At one point we were passing through a particularly heavily-wooded area with no street lights, oncoming traffic, buildings or other signs of habitation, and when I looked, all you could see was the vehicle's headlights disappearing into complete blackness.


(I'm sure this would be nothing special for the country bumpkins among you, and I'd been in cars and a motorhome driving at night in uninhabited places before that camping trip. But for some reason, that night in particular stands out in my memory.)

WTF

Comments

[daasgrrl.livejournal.com]

...Glad we settled that, then.

LOL. Yes. Me too ;)

*shudders at your dreams*

The most scared I've been is actually in buses/coaches (particularly double decker buses) taking curve after curve next to yawning drops with wholly inadequate guard rails. I mean, two or three feet of concrete isn't going to mean a thing to a bus. IMO XD

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. It sounds even worse to be in a careening vehicle with someone you don't know (and who doesn't know [or care about] you and the other passengers) behind the wheel. And when you're on the second deck, you really feel the swing.