Road Trip…

Road trip…

The memory I have of that trip was that we were high in the mountains in the quaint village of Dasfort*. I was there with Christina. We had decided to take a week off from all our responsibilities and just get away, little knowing what we had in store. 

Christina was the one to plan the away trip, as she usually is. I was the one that was to make sure we had enough gas and had all of the directions both printed and programmed into our GPS.

We went through our usual rush to make sure everything was packed up and all was set up and secure at home and we left early on that Tuesday morning.

The trip up to Dasfort was somewhat uneventful, though it took a lot longer than we had planned. All there was to note was a very rough sea on the ferry and having to change a flat tire along the way. All par for the course for any trip we take. 

We got to our inn which was somewhat secluded from the rest of the village and checked in. Our room was not exactly what we expected. Yes, it was a one-bedroom suite. I guess the definition of suite in Dasfort is a loosely defined one. There was one window, which was permanently locked, the bedroom itself was aptly named, as all that could fit in there was a bed. There was an air conditioner in the room built into the wall, which worked, though it was rather noisy. Needless to say, during our stay, we spent very little time in our room.

The village was nice. It had a yarn shop so that Christina could buy lots of yarn to add to her collection for present and future knitting projects. It also had a small, but well-stocked electronics store, not that I needed anything else to add to my collection. 

The village general store provided many other materials we needed. There were a number of restaurants that all provided exquisite meals. And then of course there was the ice cream parlor. This was not to be missed as it had the best homemade chocolate swirl ice cream I have ever had. We visited this establishment multiple times during our stay. We were not going to lose weight on this trip.

Each day we went on hikes into the mountains, on trails that were differently rated for endurance. This was good, as we always found ones that we could manage. The views were amazing, very picturesque, and photo-worthy.

At night when the stars came out, it was astounding. With no street lights, you got to see thousands of stars when the sky was clear. At least it was for that one clear night. We even got to see some shooting stars. 

Everything was great. We were able to leave all our work and responsibilities behind and enjoy time together relaxing in a relatively stress-free environment. 

We decided to take a different route home to admire the scenery, which we did. This time it only cost us a new car battery and being locked out of our car once. 

The ferry ride home was actually calm. We were both sad and glad to get home, there’s just so much relaxing you can do before that little bit of worry creeps back in your head about work and home. 

Of course, as soon as we got home we noticed that we had forgotten to lock the back door before leaving on this trip. Luckily nothing was missing; at least not that we’ve discovered yet.

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* Dasfort is not a real place.