Tigger World MWO Tour
While we're waiting ... just thought I'd share.
When I awaited the arrival of Tigger, I though it would be a good idea to go on a reconnaissance mission to check some possible places for him to visit. I remembered a lookout, located high in the hills. Hadn't been there for years but remembered it had spectacular views. So I set off, without telling anyone and proceeded to make my way up the mountain. The sign said "Lookout - 3km". Easy. Not far. Winding further and further up the mountain track, I became quite apprehensive. The track was narrow - with a sheer drop to the left. I drove in first gear for what seemed like hours. This had to be the longest 3km ever. Then I remembered - the last time I came up here was in a 4WD and I wasn't driving.
Now I was getting a little more than apprehensive. I was seriously scared. I knew logging trucks used this track. What if a truck came from the opposite direction? There was nowhere to turn off - I would have had to reverse down the mountain. Shudder. After many kilometres and an undoubtedly high BP, I came to a a sign. Keep going and end up who knows where or turn and go back down the mountain. I nervously opted for the latter.
Down the mountan track I drove. In first gear. Forever. Yep - there it was, the turnoff to the lookout. I'd missed it on the way up. My trembling legs climbed up the tower and I took some shots swearing I'd never do this again, Tigger or no Tigger. Then I had a mental flash. What if my car had crashed down the mountain? It would have been weeks before anyone found me because nobody would really be aware that I was missing. And then when the State Emergency Services finally did winch me out and ask me what the hell I was doing there I would have had to reply something along the lines of "Oh well, it's like this... I was scouting for a photo shoot location ... for a stuffed toy Tigger from South Africa now on a world tour ... whom I met on an internet site ... for alcoholics".
Of such stuff are nightmares made ....
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While we're waiting ... just thought I'd share.
When I awaited the arrival of Tigger, I though it would be a good idea to go on a reconnaissance mission to check some possible places for him to visit. I remembered a lookout, located high in the hills. Hadn't been there for years but remembered it had spectacular views. So I set off, without telling anyone and proceeded to make my way up the mountain. The sign said "Lookout - 3km". Easy. Not far. Winding further and further up the mountain track, I became quite apprehensive. The track was narrow - with a sheer drop to the left. I drove in first gear for what seemed like hours. This had to be the longest 3km ever. Then I remembered - the last time I came up here was in a 4WD and I wasn't driving.
Now I was getting a little more than apprehensive. I was seriously scared. I knew logging trucks used this track. What if a truck came from the opposite direction? There was nowhere to turn off - I would have had to reverse down the mountain. Shudder. After many kilometres and an undoubtedly high BP, I came to a a sign. Keep going and end up who knows where or turn and go back down the mountain. I nervously opted for the latter.
Down the mountan track I drove. In first gear. Forever. Yep - there it was, the turnoff to the lookout. I'd missed it on the way up. My trembling legs climbed up the tower and I took some shots swearing I'd never do this again, Tigger or no Tigger. Then I had a mental flash. What if my car had crashed down the mountain? It would have been weeks before anyone found me because nobody would really be aware that I was missing. And then when the State Emergency Services finally did winch me out and ask me what the hell I was doing there I would have had to reply something along the lines of "Oh well, it's like this... I was scouting for a photo shoot location ... for a stuffed toy Tigger from South Africa now on a world tour ... whom I met on an internet site ... for alcoholics".
Of such stuff are nightmares made ....
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