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    How to Go on a Mountain Retreat

    Important deciphering key: Odd=Lydia Even=Joshilyn

    1. Go to the mountains.

      This is a sparkling vista. Appreciate it.

    2. I am very tempted to say here, “Have a retreat,” and leave it that because I am drunk on carbs. Had a huge roll with olive tapenade for lunch. Like the roll mother-ship. Super roll. (Rule one of this retreat was, by the way, no carbs.)
    3. Before you go to the mountains, completely disregard your true friend’s clearly articulated concerns about the historic winter storm that is at that moment charging down the Rockies and across the plains, toward your mountain retreat spot. Make dismissive noises. Pooh-pooh.
    4. Important deciphering key: True friend = Lydia. Pooh-poohing dumbass = Joshilyn.
    5. On the first day of your retreat: write, eat sensibly, drink wine. Celebrate good times. Do yoga tape. Sing the praises of the mountains. Try to take pictures of them with your cell phone, even though the pictures you take of mountains with your cell phone NEVER LOOK LIKE MOUNTAINS.
    6. On the second day of your retreat, learn that a big blizzard is coming that will snow you in and likely kill you. Panic. Get told, “I SAID ON THE PHONE BEFORE I EVEN FLEW DOWN HERE A HUGE STORM WAS COMING AND WE WOULD DIE IN THE SNOW UP THERE.” Say, “At the time, that information was not relevant to my interests.” Pray, and simultaneously realize you have brought up NOTHING but meat and fresh vegetables and liquor, and the liquor is running low.
    7. (And the meat is inexplicably rotting.) Important fact about North Carolina: THERE ARE NO POLAR BEARS IN NORTH CAROLINA. Even if you see one, while driving through a blizzard for liquor, do not say to your friend, “IS THAT A POLAR BEAR? YES IT IS A POLAR BEAR!” This will not help her drive.
    8. (It was a malamute.) Once down the mountain, notice enormous sheafs of snow just POURING out of the sky and dangerously coating the near vertical roads you will have to traverse to return to the cabin. Make it halfway to town before giving up, blinded, and pulling into the G’s gas and grill where you inexplicably FILL UP THE CAR (so that it will have more  combustible  liquid in it when it plummets down the mountains????) and buy a crapton of whatever horrifying food items are available. This should include, but not be limited to: Chick-O-Sticks, cream-of-soups with fine dust patinas on the lids, and off brand cheesy popcorn.
    9. NORTH CAROLINA FACT: If you’re going to say “Don’t worry about the snow sticking on the grass. The snow still won’t stick on the roads because the roads are warmer than the grass!” make sure you don’t immediately drive past a herd of boiling hot cows who are covered in a thick layer of snow. It will weaken your great point you were trying to make.
    10. Inappropriate Footwear

      Inappropriate Footwear

      TRUE FACT: When packing for your winter retreat in the mountains with a thunderstorm approaching, pack shoes that are not clogs and Massai Barefoot Technology sandals. Things that provide instability on purpose, and things that do not have a heel part of the shoe to cover the heel part of your foot are not welcome on this trip. They will lead to you falling down a hill or wading around in “wintry mix” in what amounts to no shoes at all.

    11. After your trunk is full of aged chocolate and your tank is full of explosives, turn around and get your ass back to the mountain. Wave to the sleepy gate guard, who told you not to go out, and now thinks you are very very stupid. Feel superior, right up until the point where you SLAVISHLY OBEY ONSTAR, which orders you to plummet your car directly over a precipice and into a snowhole.
    12. Churn around and teeter back and forth and dig your tires willfully into the fifty feet of winter-slush-mud trying to get out of the snowhole. Abandon the car and trudge the rest of the way back to the cabin, where you proceed to drink every bit of liquor you have left with righteousness and vigor.
    13. Totally appropriate footwear!

      Totally appropriate footwear!

      When a strange man arrives at the door, claiming to be your “neighbor,” who wants to “help you with the car,” immediately give him every key you have, including the one to the cabin. Now watch four episodes of Dexter in a row on DVD. NOW TRY TO SLEEP. Spend two days in the cabin, with no phone, no keys, no cable, and no internet, but lots and lots of Dexter. Freak the hell out.

    14. While freaking the hell out, do nothing to improve your situation except write boatloads of novel. Be astonished by the sight of the neighbor who has gotten your car out of the hole and returns your keys on the morning of the very day ALL THE CHOCOLATE AND ALCOHOL ARE GONE. Feel confirmed in your long term belief in the existence of God and kindness. Celebrate by going to Walmart, which at home is considered a punishment, but today feels like Paris.

    True: Joshilyn worked out every day.
    False: Lydia worked out.

    True: You can go away on a writing retreat in the mountains and finish thousands of words of novel and be snowed in and terrified and fall in a hole and freak out, ALL WHILE MAINTAINING YOUR DIET AND EXERCISE REGIME!

    Also true: But we can’t.

    12 comments to How to Go on a Mountain Retreat

    • freaking hilarious!! I’m glad you made it back to tell the truth.

    • Somehow these kinds of experiences are always WAY more fun with girlfriends than with husbands or significant others. Like the time my sisters and I took off on a trip and promptly drove over one of my sister’s bags that had been left on the ground behind the van instead of put IN the van where it belonged. We all thought it was hilarious (well, maybe not the sister whose stuff was in the bag…)

    • elizabeth

      Oh my gosh. I too have sister trip memories… Proud of you Joshilyn, although I would have been Lydia! Glad you got your chocolate and alcohol in. Very important part of a retreat.

    • I LOVE THIS POST!

      So glad you lived to diet another day.

    • Ahno

      So then, feeling uniquely adventurous, you get home to discover that you could have done chocolate, alcohol, old soup amd SNOW and ICE and CAR TROUBLE right here in Norfolk like everyone else.

    • You girls have a gift. You made it sound like so much fun that I almost want to be stranded on a mountain in a blizzard.

    • Mir

      Suddenly my quiet weekend at home, completely malamute-less, seems insufficient. Welcome back, fearless adventurers!

    • I like how the important deciphering key gets borked up in the middle so by then end odd could be either me or Lydia and even could be Richard Simmons cantering in for a guest number.

      I also like how my label says SPARKLING VISTA.
      Appreciate me, indeed!

    • Lulu

      That was a sparkling blog post. And I appreciate it!
      I’m sure a fabulous quantity of calories were expended by laughing. and maybe cursing. Whatever. Adventure survival=WIN!

    • Holly

      So funny. I love the outsiders who aren’t even remotely bothered by the storm – the sleepy guard, the neighbor who rescued your car.

    • I am hopeful that The Good Cat was only chilled to the bone and then felt up by the stanger who didn’t steal it–and not damaged at all in the process.

    • 1. That wee bit of snow in your photos – hardly worth a mention for us hardy mountain folks.
      2. That is, those of us hardy mountain folks who have 4WD and snow tires.
      3. The only scary part of the story (including the almost sliding off the cliff part) was the necessity of buying food at a gas station for ACTUAL consumption. I am shuddering.
      4. Really, no one, even the person who suspected a blizzard (or a wee bit of snow, depending on one’s perspective) didn’t think to bring real shoes!?
      5. I so love the two of you. ‘Specially when you’re together.