It's true, I kid you not. I actually got some kind of wierd altitude sickness, which involved me thinking all the mountains were going to avalance simontaneously as we drove by. Oh well. It was over in like a day and then me and the mountains were the bosomest of pals.
By which I mean, I climbed on them and they didn't kill me. In return, every time I saw a mountain, I tugged on the nearest sleeve and insisted they enjoy the beauteous view.
Only downside is, all those pretty views are a days drive away. Which makes me all cramped and sweaty and not liking the van. But then I bought Eclipse. And I'm all better now.
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O.O ME LOVE THE MOUNTAINS!!
"bosomest"?
Yes. It'a an old-timey word. Like sepulchre. Duh.
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