Was this a first date or an interview....
Whatever IT is, was turning into the best day of my life!!
When that little gun jumped in my hand, no no no....
When that pistol bucked in my palm it sent a quiver of power into my pulsing muscles. With each impact of a bullet the bark on the large tree exploded little slivers of shrapnel. Talk about instant gratification!
We had already locked the large yellow gate behind us and made a right back on the two lane road. I noticed we were heading in a new direction through the forest. The Mammoth trees were blocking the sun periodically as we wound our way deeper into the unknown.
"I want a picture of me naked with that gun strapped around my chest"!
"That's funny, I was just figuring out how I could get one too"!
We both shared a laugh. I was just about to speak again when a few cabins and cottages began to appear sporadically along the side of the road. Each house was different and sweeter than the last, high peaked A frame roofs were prevalent among other sloped Swedish style dwellings.
"Why are the roofs so high"?
"Snow".
Again I was going to speak but shut my mouth. We rounded a slight corner with far more homes much closer together. Just at the end of the turn a busy little town appeared along a stretch of strait road. A large banner ran across the street above our heads, large blue and red lettering on top of a white background. It advertised a spring farmers market!
My Glee rose as I took in the small mountain town. A cute yellow and white ice cream parlor! A candy shop next door! An old service station complete with old gas pumps and decals. A large general store with parking in the rear and an old post office. They all reminded me of a movie. I could smell BBQ cooking and my mouth began to water for a trip-tip sandwich.
"This is beautiful, and it smells amazing. Can we find a BBQ joint babe"?
"Yes mam, let's park this old hog. Then you can shop a bit and work up and appetite, sound good"?
"Yes please"!
Marcus slowed and parked us next to some other Harleys in front of a saloon, it was surrounded by a large log railing and covered walkway that extended beyond to a cafe and smoke shop on both sides, all three had the look of a western film. A large carved wooden bear sat next to the solid front door, it's handle a huge iron ring dangling down all by itself. The were patrons out front smoking and laughing. Most had a menacing look to them, a rough crowd in my opinion.
Marcus took me by the hand and led me towards the far end of the street. I could see a group of multi colored umbrellas down the road. As we neared the farmers market the aroma of meat and charcoal smoke grew stronger, I sensed a tri-tip looming. My nostrils confirmed my suspicions as my eyes focused on a large BBQ trailer belching out sweet smoke rising up towards the very end of the market.
There were candles, hanging plants, shirts, hats, a lady with the most amazing smelling incense. A hippy had a small box of glass goodies and other various smoking tools surrounded by bright ty-dye shirts.
My mouth began to water again as Marcus and I neared the smoke wagon. We ordered an amazing and succulent sandwich! Both of us shared it while walking around and chatting about nothing in particular. I stopped at a cute little stand that had beaded jewelry. I bought two matching black beaded necklaces. We put them on each other and kissed like two newly wed love birds.
"Want to get a drink Jen"?
"Oh, why yes I would love a cocktail. Wait Marcus, not at that bar we parked in front of right"?
