Even though we were in a designated sheltering area; a cow field of cars full of people who felt perfectly comfortable with the situation (there were grills smoking and ukeleles playing), clearly these people had become jaded by too many false alarms, and didn't understand that they were about to get REALLY wet, right?
So Rosie turned her skinny bald tires uphill, and we slid, revved and smoked our way up to higher ground.
In the bright light of day, with no sign of tsunami devastation, and completely unable to get ourselves down off of our perch, we felt slightly sheepish about our 3:00 am decision making skills.




No worries. Your 3 a.m. decision making skills meet with full approval of all Grandmas (speaking for myself & Mira)
ReplyDeleteThis is one of those "vacations" that you endure because it makes for such good stories later.
Funny how getting rescued feels more adventurous when it's done in an Australian accent.
ReplyDelete10,000 feared dead, the earth tilted on it's axis, nuclear power plant explosions, and you're concerned that you ran too FAR???
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