Da Divide

Today, after my brother finished his 37 minute goodbye buy his bimbo's car, we went to the continental divide. Through the Eisenhower Tunnel, and up a freaky mountain road that was little close to the edge for my taste, but I am in for a thrill anytime. Penultimately to our summit of the road, of course my dad had to swerve to be funny... Scared the crap out of my mom, made evry1 else to laugh... Of course when we got there, my dad was not content with taking a picture of the sign and driving on, we had to get out and hike up the mountains on either side. We didn't go that far, just enough to get to the snow! It had 3 years since I had smelled the specific smell of snow, seen the pure white of crystallized water, it rekindled childhood memories. After messing around there for a while, we couldn't leave without me on the divide facing one way and my brother the other, and spit. His went to the Pacific, his ocean (he was born in Western Colorado), and mine to the Atlantic, my ocean (You all know I was born in Eastern Pennsylvania).