October 18, 2004 - Monday | 9:06 PM, CST

I called and invited Melinda to come visit me at my house early this past weekend, because she had never before seen my house, and I also had a wedding gift for her which had been sitting in the truck of my car for nearly a year. I had gotten her the same thing I bought for Mandy when she got married: The Surrendered Wife. It was more a gift for her husband than for her, but nevertheless I hope it provides hours of good, insightful reading.

She brought over her kids too. She has a new baby: Elizabeth. You all may remember my baby adventures of a few years ago babysitting for the first time with a newborn. That was neat. Want to see a picture of the happy family? Click here. You will note the position of the vacuum cleaner.

In other news, we finally got some good helling done with our vehicles. Friday night was somewhat of a fiasco. We had four vehicles, myself in my truck, Nathan in his truck, Zach in the Barbie Jeep, and Bloomer in his Blazer. Zach has a CB in his truck, and Nathan was using my portable. Bloomer was without radio communication, so if you see him please admonish him for that fact.

Anyway, we ended up at the abandoned train station, which may or may not be spelled as Scheff. Or it may be Chef. I don't know, because I really don't remember. You'd have to ask Nathan.

After Nathan checked the oil level in his truck (its one of those super trucks than manufactures its own oil), we began climbing the hills. For some reason, after a little bit of climbing, Zach decided to go out to the road and check something on his BJ and keep watch for cars. Bloomer drove out to the road with him as Nathan and I continued to play. At this point, the portable CB I had given Nathan had lost enough battery power that he could no longer transmit, but could still receive messages from the rest of us.

I took a break from hill climbing, and drove off down a path deeper into the abandoned railroad yard. I was pretty sure that Nathan had gone behind me and joined Zach and Bloomer out near the road.

As I drove down this path, with a few trees raking the top of my truck, and three foot high brush to either side of me, I decided to turn on the manlights and get a better look of the trail.

Suddenly, my lights illuminated what, to me, looked like the reflectors from two or three trucks about one hundred and fifty feet ahead of me. Upon seeing this, it looked as though the trucks began to turn around and come my way. I got on the CB and radioed to everyone that we were not alone out here, and that someone was coming after me.

Zach came back over the radio and asked what I was talking about, but I was busy making a three point turn without getting stuck, and keeping close watch on the vehicle barreling down the path at me.

I finally got straightened out, found the mic for the CB and said that someone was chasing me out of the train yard. I got back on the road and quickly caught up with Zach and Bloomer, both quickly driving west away from the train station.

I looked to the north, and saw a truck going down that road, so I figured that Nathan had gone that way. Zach, Bloomer, and I came to the highway, and they both turned north, with myself continuing west. I got on the CB and radioed to everyone to meet back up on Memory Lane.

When we all arrived at our meeting place, I discovered that the truck I had seen off in the distance that was "chasing" after me was actually Nathan. Apparantly I had not noticed him go down a parallel trail when I had turned around, and assumed he was back at the road with Zach. So that was the explanation for our mystery evil-dooer, it was Nathan.

You might say, that with us getting all freaked out, that we were hallucinathan?

The next night, we went out to state line road near Willow Slough. Now that kicked ass. I definately want to go again sometime soon, especially if we have more people available to go. Maybe Thanksgiving, when Zach is back in town?

Thats all for now, I'm gonna get ready for work.

Here is a picture of Nathan and his dad lifting the spare engine out of the bed of Nathan's truck with a forklift.

grokkings

Zach's dad tells me frequently that I paid too much for my .30-06.

different crap

Ghost hunting    7/23/02

other people

Select One Amber Art Colleen Kristy Suzanne Zach