Up the Mountain

Afternoon nap

I am at a bus stop, waiting for a bus going up the mountains.

Dad has been going up the mountains by train on a regular basis to meet up with people for some sort of hobby-related thing. Possibly soccer. The railway is on a not very strong cliff. There has not been an accident yet, but we are all nervous about him every time.

We decide to go hiking and drive partway up the mountain. Dad parks the van with the front tires about halfway off a cliff, pointing down at about a 45 degree angle. He gets out of the car with no problem. When I put my feet down on the car floor to try to get out, the car falls off the cliff and we bounce down to a lower ledge. I am, miraculously, unhurt. I get out of the car and walk up the mountain to a cabin.

In this cabin is a party hosted by Jason. This is apparently why I came up the mountain in the first place. They get me a cup of hot chocolate.