This weekend, a few buddies of mine rented a cabin in Floyd, Virginia. Where is Floyd? Good question! It's southwest Virginia around the same area Roanoke, Christiansburg, and Blacksburg are, about an hour or so away from those places. Most cities in southwest are very small and antiquated, so if you are not familiar with any of the geography related to that part of the state don't take it too hard. If I had to point on a map where we were this past weekend I probably couldn't do it.
I almost didn't go due to my job(s). I completely forgot that I am a volleyball coach everyday of the week and can't really miss practice. Luckily, the head varsity coach came in the clutch and covered for me. I was hoping he would have told me earlier than Friday which is the day that I left for the cabin trip. My plan was to get confirmation from him sometime early in the week so I could pick up a server shift at Mellow Mushroom and use the money from that shift on miscellaneous garb. Since I couldn't work the day that I left, I spent the weekend with $10 in my wallet. But, I only spent 4 dollars and some change on a McChicken and medium fry from McDonald's on our way out of the small town of Floyd.
I drove with my pals Brittany and Brianna. They are both great people, but are maniacs behind the wheel. Speeding, swerving, you name it. They can't be too bad of drivers though since I made it home and back in one piece.
A quarter of the way into the drive we're on I-64 and Brittany's car starts smoking. We panic for a second, debating whether we should continue our endeavor out west. The ultimatum ended up being us turning around, dropping Britt's car at the auto shop, then taking Bri's car for the trek. With her kind of driving we at least shaved 30 minutes off of our trip time.
The last 3 miles of the trip getting to the cabin were treacherous. Paved ground turned into gravel, road got windier and windier, and the sunshine soon sifted away into the night sky. With our luck up to this point, all that we could think was "We're going to this cabin in the woods in the middle of nowhere and we are all going to die." Although that mental preset was the only thing going through my mind, once we stepped into the cabin all sense of fear went away. We were miles away from most civilization and our closest neighbors were about a mile away. We blasted music, cracked open a few cold ones, and just kicked it. I was enjoying myself with in the middle of nowhere with booze, bud, and my bros.
The next day we went hiking at Buffalo Mountain. This was my first hike and my excitement levels were off the charts. Once we got to the peak of the range my mouth was wide open trying to take in the beauty that was bestowed right in front of me. I've always wanted to go hiking just for the experience and to see what the world looked like from above. I was not disappointed whatsoever.
Tons of other shenanigans went on like shooting .22 rifles. grilling hotdogs and hamburgers, and setting off fireworks in the middle of the night. Needless to say this was a fun ass trip and plan to enjoy times like this with my buds more in the future.
Also, school starts this week and summer is officially over. That shit just blows my mind!
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