Reporting live, from the heart of Moon Rock, Nevada.
Don't be alarmed if you don't know where that is...Neither do I.
We are about 20 miles north of Reno, Nevada, on some large BLM (Bureau of Land Management) Land. Here we are, in the middle of dessert land, with about 20 trailers circled. It honestly looks like a modern day Donner Party. Everyone is huddled around the fires, we had turkey in our trailers, and we are surrounded by dirt bikes and Quads.
I believe I mentioned my thing with going down hills on my quad? Well, if not, I'm telling you now. Maybe it's the whole experience of going off a 40' embankment in a truck, where we hit the tree, that makes me have a different kind of relationship with gravity.
I can't explain the anxiety that comes over me when I get to the top of a steep hill. My heart races and I'm pretty sure I stop breathing. I break out in an instant sweat and I have all the women staring back up at me. These girls are awesome! One of the ladies usually offers to come get me if I end up stuck. I can go up any hill there is, and usually go around the long way to get down. I become paralyzed at the top.
Well, I am pleased to report that today, I mustered up the strength to get my hiney down hill. The quad stalled and I had to coast down the steep hill in neutral, but I made it. I'm not too proud to admit that I screamed like a girl (thank goodness I am one) but I did. I was so excited!! These ladies have ridden with me for years, some were new, but it was an awesome reception when I got to the bottom. Let me tell you.
Let's hope I can do it again tomorrow. But for tonight, I'm going to celebrate my tiny step in the downhill direction.