mirror. “I like it,” he smiled, “can I keep it?”
“Sure, consider it a gift.”
Schooner thought she has no idea how much I will treasure this.
They headed up Hwy. 38 into the town of Mentone. “Hey, pull in here.” Henry said to Schooner and jumped out of the car. He ducked into a donut shop and the girls squealed in the back. The winter sun glinted off Henry’s copper-tinged waves as he rushed back to the car. “Get ‘em while they’re hot,” he announced and flung open the heavenly smelling box of apple fritters.
Hands grabbed and sounds of “mmm” and “oh my god” filled the car.
“How’d you guys find this place?” Schooner asked.
“You forget we’re stoners.” Rosie offered, stuffing the last bite of an apple fritter into her mouth and slowly licking off her sticky fingers. Rosie had full-curvy deep pink lips that always looked like she was wearing lipstick and later in life, people would wonder if she’d had “work done” on them. “We are not beyond traveling for munchies.”
Once through Mentone, the highway started taking on sharp curves and a steep incline, as it became known as the Rim of the World Highway, sporting views of snowcapped sawbacks and pine dotted ridges. The clear skies made the view seem as if it went on forever, creating the feeling that anything was possible.
Schooner looked back and laughingly said to Mia, “Hey, I remember the last time I was in the mountains with you.”
She slapped him on the shoulder. “Oh crap, don’t remind me!”
“Remind you of what?” Rosie asked and Henry turned to Mia to hear the story.
Mia and Schooner filled Rosie and Henry in on the event that took place during the freshman retreat and Mia’s encounter of getting sniffed by Tim Vandergrift.
“He sniffed you?” Rosie appeared grossed out.
Before Mia could respond, a laughing Schooner chimed in, “Sniffed her is an understatement. He was nose raping her. The only thing that would’ve made him happier would’ve been if she’d handed him her panties to sniff.”
“Eww! Stop that!” Mia started slapping Schooner on the shoulder, while the others hooted.
“Seriously, he sniffed you?” Henry asked through his laughing tears.
“He did!” Mia laughed. “I thought he was narc’ing me out for stinking of weed. He was seriously hanging on my chair and sniffing me. It was freaky. I thought for sure I was going to get kicked out of school in my first two weeks and that my parents would kill me and give me the “We knew you were too young to go away and be on your own” bullshit.”
They were still laughing as Schooner pulled the car into a National Forest recreation area parking lot.
“But this guy saved the day,” Mia patted Schooner’s shoulder, “he caused a diversion and I escaped the evil sniffer.”
“You know who that Tim guy reminds me of, that character Greg Marmalard from the movie Animal House . You know the straight-laced preppie guy who led the brigade against Otter, Boon, Bluto and the gang.” Henry said.
“Exactly.” Schooner chimed in. “Total dick. You should’ve seen the look on Mia’s face,” he laughed, “it was like get me the hell out of here. Now!”
They parked the car and grabbed their gear and began down the Big Falls Trailhead. About a half mile in, a clearing opened to a heart stopping, unobstructed view of Forest Falls. They all stood there silently enjoying the view of the unspoiled falls and listening to the rush of water as it flowed over ancient rock.
They crossed a creek bed, cautiously stepping from boulder to slippery boulder until they reached the other side and followed the trail alongside of the creek bed where they came upon a huge sign, These Fall Have Claimed Many Lives . They then turned off on a trail through the woods, packing down snow as they hiked for about another twenty minutes until they came to a large snow filled meadow that had yet to be disturbed by anything other than deer tracks. As they
“Sure, consider it a gift.”
Schooner thought she has no idea how much I will treasure this.
They headed up Hwy. 38 into the town of Mentone. “Hey, pull in here.” Henry said to Schooner and jumped out of the car. He ducked into a donut shop and the girls squealed in the back. The winter sun glinted off Henry’s copper-tinged waves as he rushed back to the car. “Get ‘em while they’re hot,” he announced and flung open the heavenly smelling box of apple fritters.
Hands grabbed and sounds of “mmm” and “oh my god” filled the car.
“How’d you guys find this place?” Schooner asked.
“You forget we’re stoners.” Rosie offered, stuffing the last bite of an apple fritter into her mouth and slowly licking off her sticky fingers. Rosie had full-curvy deep pink lips that always looked like she was wearing lipstick and later in life, people would wonder if she’d had “work done” on them. “We are not beyond traveling for munchies.”
Once through Mentone, the highway started taking on sharp curves and a steep incline, as it became known as the Rim of the World Highway, sporting views of snowcapped sawbacks and pine dotted ridges. The clear skies made the view seem as if it went on forever, creating the feeling that anything was possible.
Schooner looked back and laughingly said to Mia, “Hey, I remember the last time I was in the mountains with you.”
She slapped him on the shoulder. “Oh crap, don’t remind me!”
“Remind you of what?” Rosie asked and Henry turned to Mia to hear the story.
Mia and Schooner filled Rosie and Henry in on the event that took place during the freshman retreat and Mia’s encounter of getting sniffed by Tim Vandergrift.
“He sniffed you?” Rosie appeared grossed out.
Before Mia could respond, a laughing Schooner chimed in, “Sniffed her is an understatement. He was nose raping her. The only thing that would’ve made him happier would’ve been if she’d handed him her panties to sniff.”
“Eww! Stop that!” Mia started slapping Schooner on the shoulder, while the others hooted.
“Seriously, he sniffed you?” Henry asked through his laughing tears.
“He did!” Mia laughed. “I thought he was narc’ing me out for stinking of weed. He was seriously hanging on my chair and sniffing me. It was freaky. I thought for sure I was going to get kicked out of school in my first two weeks and that my parents would kill me and give me the “We knew you were too young to go away and be on your own” bullshit.”
They were still laughing as Schooner pulled the car into a National Forest recreation area parking lot.
“But this guy saved the day,” Mia patted Schooner’s shoulder, “he caused a diversion and I escaped the evil sniffer.”
“You know who that Tim guy reminds me of, that character Greg Marmalard from the movie Animal House . You know the straight-laced preppie guy who led the brigade against Otter, Boon, Bluto and the gang.” Henry said.
“Exactly.” Schooner chimed in. “Total dick. You should’ve seen the look on Mia’s face,” he laughed, “it was like get me the hell out of here. Now!”
They parked the car and grabbed their gear and began down the Big Falls Trailhead. About a half mile in, a clearing opened to a heart stopping, unobstructed view of Forest Falls. They all stood there silently enjoying the view of the unspoiled falls and listening to the rush of water as it flowed over ancient rock.
They crossed a creek bed, cautiously stepping from boulder to slippery boulder until they reached the other side and followed the trail alongside of the creek bed where they came upon a huge sign, These Fall Have Claimed Many Lives . They then turned off on a trail through the woods, packing down snow as they hiked for about another twenty minutes until they came to a large snow filled meadow that had yet to be disturbed by anything other than deer tracks. As they
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