Welcome to Driver Dailies, where we talk about the adventures of our delivery driver! We should have started this blog some time ago as there have been some hair-raising stories and many funny stories to tell!
Let's start with Thursday November 19, 2009. Cynthia was filling in for her normal delivery driver, who had the day off, and of course the deliveries ranged far and wide. Okay, let's get the one on the mountain done before dark...so off we go!
I knew from the address it was going to be waaaaay out there. After 30 minutes of driving winding roads, constantly rising in elevation, my GPS is telling me I've arrived at the address. Okay, so where is it? I see every number on the mailboxes but the one I'm looking for. After driving back and forth twice in the vicinity, I finally spotted an opening in a huge 1/2-mile-long hedge that was barely wider than my delivery van and lo and behold in teeny white lettering on an even teenier sign, I spotted the number. Okay this is it. I felt like Alice in Wonderland going through that opening in the hedge.
What's on the other side? Acres and acres of overgrown tree farm with a long narrow dirt road, wet with mud, going straight through it as far as I could see. Hoo boy. I began the drive through the abandoned, eerie tree farm and 1/2 mile later the muddy road started to go downhill and around a corner, then it became a one-lane road carved out of the side of the mountain with nothing but a homemade stone retaining wall on one side of the road, complete with sheer drop off to the road below, and the moutainside hugging my van on the right side of the road....then the switchbacks started....one, two, three of them, each one steeper downhill than the other.
I've now traversed a steep downhill muddy road into the bottom of a canyon and there's a fork in the one-lane road WITH NO SIGNS! Eeny, meeny miny mo...I'll take the left one. ...oh great, I just noticed I have no cell service now that I'm in neverland...
Ah, finally there's the house...a beautiful sprawling country estate....and no one appears to be home. It's dark, empty. I get out of the van. The quiet is deafening. The forest is soggy, quiet, I'm all alone. I approach the house with my beautiful bouquet of flowers to deliver to the homeowner. Yes, this is the right house, I see the number under the doorbell. For sure no one is home. I ring the bell anyway....30 seconds or so goes by...seemed like an eternity. I look around, a little bit nervous. I decide to leave the flowers in a safe place under a table on the porch, out of the rain. I then turn tail and begin to slog through the mud to my van and wonder if I'll be able to get out of here now.
I begin the drive up the muddy switchbacks. My van is whining, RPMs rising. Oh please Lord, no....my wheels start spinning in the mud. C'mon girl, you can do it. All of a sudden the tires catch and the van lurches forward a bit. I drop it into low and grind up the muddy switchbacks slowly. When I finally came around that last corner and crested the top of the hill, I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank you Lord.
Do we have a "won't go there again list?" Yup! Is this address on it? Yessiree Bob. Thanks for coming along on the adventure....join us again for Driver Dailies!
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