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The car ride was my ticket

for the road trip to Selah.

There was that point on 410 highway,

at the Edge of Enumclaw.

Once you reached that point,

there was no turning back.

The journey had begun.

With wide eyes and a racing mind,

I studied what lies beyond the highway.

Seeing nature whip by my window,

as we traveled towards Chinook pass.



Now begins the climb.

Following the path to the sky,

we drove through clouds.

Higher and higher heaven grew closer,

as the rest of the world shriveled.

Trees reduced to toothpicks below,

yet just outside my window,

green leafy giants lurked.

The feeble guard rail scared me,

we were up so high.

I wondered, if I fall,

would I just keep falling?



The climb went on forever.

With every twist and turn,

my anticipation grew.

When would we reach the top?

Finally the crest.

I roll down my window,

and breathe in the finest air around.

But now, we descend.

Oh how I hate the drop.

I loved the drive up,

but Selah was hell.

Selah was everything I hated,

and everything I feared.



Our trip was reduced to mere hills.

Up and down, up and down.

The rollercoaster raced inside me.

But I lived through the hell,

and made it home,

with only a few bruises this time

Daddy can we go again?



~*~ Jill ~*~