|foggy trails (Photo credit: randomtruth)|
This week: FOGGY
I hadn’t wanted to come, yet here I am and lost in this god forsaken hillbilly hell.
My legs trembled as I struggled up the winding path, the fog made my lungs ache almost as much as my thighs.
Take a walk, he’d said, see how lovely the mountains are, then he’d have the cabin all nice and ready when I got back.
If I ever get back to that horrible cabin of his I’ll be madder than a wet hen, and all I’ll want to do is to leave. He’ll be lucky if I don’t burn that damn thing to the ground, he knows I hate camping and I hate camping in the mountains.