Mountain Bus Ride
One minute I’m writing a few notes, the next the bus driver was leaning on his horn, hard! I looked up and there were giant rough rocks rising up and over me, looming from behind the window. On the other side mountains dropped to nothing. In front of us, a line of transport trucks winding their way down the road cut out of the side of the mountain. I know as I`m writing this the words sound cliche but that is exactly what it was. But not cut as if a sharp knife cut through a chocolate cake, more like a dull blade attempting to break off chunks from a piece of yellow rock sugar. But huge.
photo credit: Alexa Clark
Everyone on the bus was glued to the windows watching, excited, nervous and snapping photos left and right. But we were moving fast. The size of the rocks and mountains, intensity of the view and adrenile levels on the bus together were spectacular. This was the BEST view of our day.