Sunday, November 28, 2004

I'm afraid of heights, so I'm not sure why I wanted to climb up the high stone tower beside the parking lot. The views are supposed to be beautiful though and by the time I'd reached the fourth landing, clutching onto the thin metal railing on the inside of each turn, I would have to agree. Still, that was plenty high enough. The cars in the parking lot were like toys and even though the tower was sturdily constructed of stone and concrete, I couldn't imagine the view from the top would be any better. I went back down slowly, clutching that rail until I hit solid ground and wandered back to my car.

As I drove away, another car was coming into the lot and had stopped on the opposite side of the crossing, a wide ford across a stream. I thought I was on the wrong side of the road, so I went to the left and immediately realized I'd driven off the edge directly into the water. "Well, this is not good," I thought, unbuckling my seat belt and reaching for the door handle. When I looked out the driver's door window, though, I could see that the water had pushed the car against the stone foot of the tower and I wouldn't be able to push it open. The water was also much deeper than I anticipated and as I sat there I could feel it rising up and lapping at the corner of my mouth. Even though I knew I couldn't get out, I kept fumbling with the lock and handle on my door until I sat up and thought, "That's twice now I've dreamt I would drown."

I think that means I need to balance my checkbook. Or something.

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