Boom

Adventurous has been a feeling of late.  I settled that feeling.  What is more dangerous than a Baptist preacher inviting you to a pizza dinner?  Exactly.  Or maybe it has been the food that is made to order.  I am not nor never will be "loving it."  Or maybe it is a store that only sells the thing you love the most, even though it can be quite itchy and aggravating around the neck at times.  Personally I could see all of these as adventurous, but I was selling myself short.  Good thing that it was early in the day.  With bikes barely barred on, the next road traveled had a firm grip on the frame of our car, for it did not plan on letting go any time soon.  Cautiously approaching, we neared the thought to be destination point for our next adventure.  We were silently mistaken.  The source that described our directions, though did give us a nice long paragraph of turn by turn information, could not see the road block that we were about to become very familiar with.  Ted and Todd thought they had this one easy, already planning other trips for the remainder of the day.  They could not have been more wrong.  But to their oblivious ignorance, they thought they had made it and the rest of the way to the next adventure was soon to come.  Again, they could not have been more wrong.  Unloaded the Specialized hardware and took out for the trail head that was just around the corner.  It was like fate was telling them not to do it when three large fur coats came running at them, barking pure nonsense.  They payed no attention, for they had their mind set on the obstacle ahead.  Off they go around the corner.  There turned out to be about 27 corners, and by this time, even Ted and Todd were searching for oxygen.  Ted was a little aggravated with Todd.  He thought that Todd had led them astray, and honestly he just thought that so he could have an excuse to turn back and go down the path only traveled.  Persistent, Todd carried them through with some verbal courage, but Ted only heard insulting.  Finally, the battle had been won, but they feared the war was about to begin.  After hiding the wheels, they went up, a long way.  Not only did they have to climb, but they had to dig.  A ski lift would have been useful.  They could feel the elevation in their chest, it felt as if they were breathing in ice dipped in icy hot.  And that was not the last of the ice.  After they had been traveling for some distance, the terrain turned crunchy and slushy.  They had no other way up, and they could not go back down, pride told them to.  So they kept on going, sliding and slipping their way up.  Just when trails were starting to flow in all directions, they saw the goal.  They could not miss it; it was all they could see for miles, miles, miles.  But they were not alone.  Others had come to experience the sight of the great icy peaks that smothered the sky, and they had brought along their boards.  Ted and Todd were not this fortunate.  The new terrain was struggling with instability; the two were having difficulty keeping their footing.  It did not matter what was now standing in front of them, they were not going to stop now.  And just when they thought they were almost there, they were there.  The view was magnified by 10 from their previous one.  No matter which way the table turned, miles were everywhere.  Sights that are normally seen from the sky were right in front of them.  The top of the peak was waiting on them, for they had an afternoon appointment scheduled.  They could feel the strength of the wind as it was marking it's already claimed territory.  They clouds were getting darker; they thought they had visitors.  Beginning to become darker, the two travelers thought it best to head back.  The journey back was going to be treated like a holiday; they had been looking forward to it since they began, but the real excitement was quite unexpected.  The travel down was more dangerous than the one up, and that does not seem very common.  Seeing the marks of one's before them, they had the idea to follow the footsteps of the worthy.  These footsteps did not last.  They made it down the hill very fast, and their feet were not touching the ground.  Accident turned genius, Ted used the snow covered mountain as a rocking chair.  He decided to take a seat, and the rocking began instantly.  Fearing he would not be able to come to a halt, he fought his way to stillness, just to look up to see Todd flying by him.  Ted continued what he started.  Cheers around the valley came in as they reached the bottom in their mildly wet shorts. Speed was something to be expected on the way southbound.  Once reaching the gravel road, helmets were then strapped on.  The metacarpals were in full use on this ride back.  Even though nerves were packed tight inside, they could not help but to let it go.  Going was not the problem, it was the slowing down that they feared.  Reaching Ruckus speeds, the two bikes were blazing down the path.  Jealously was shown on every passing face, for they too wanted to spread their wing and fly away.  They believed they could soar, some saw them running through that open door.  They locked up it and headed out.  Adventure was in the back seat, telling them all about what just happened.