Nate wanted to make a call to check on the jeep before we headed. He pulled into the old BP gas station and called the other mechanic. After talking awhile, we took off on a search for new tail lights, purchased some then went to drop them off at the mechanic's shop. Mechanics were standing around the old 47 Willie talking and doing some work on it. We paid for the job of rewiring and spark plugs, etc, and headed off again.
I thought we were going home, but instead headed up a holler to another body shop where he had gotten some parts off an old Willie Jeep up on a hill. Nate was now looking for seats and maybe that old jeep he had taken a radiator had some. After permission to check, we started walking up a very, very steep paved drive which turned into a two track. Oh boy, I thought. I really wished I'd stayed home.
"You wanted to hike right?" Nate took his long strides easily.
"You're right Nate," I was breathing kind of hard, "I like to hike...and we are hiking with a purpose." I smiled, cause I always ask for him to go on hikes with me, but it usually doesn't happen.
So here we were hiking up a very steep hill, bugs biting my legs because I wasn't prepared for hiking. I immediately thought of the song I had written for Nate so long ago. (you can find it on my songs tab titled "Little Peice of Heaven")
I don't want to run ahead of you, I don't want to lag behind....the song came to mind...and it chastised me. A lot of times in life I just need to walk beside Nate and "listen and be there" instead of running off and doing my own thing. I was on the verge of being a grump and I would have rather been home in the air conditioning that here sweating it up, trudging higher and higher up the mountain path avoiding blackberry vines.
We finally make it to the top of the hill where at least a dozen interesting old cars and trucks aged into the landscape. We found the jeep. Sure enough it had seats...at least seat frames. Everything else was rotted away. Nate checked out the integrity of the metal frames and said they might do. That was it. That was our hike with a purpose.
We turned around and hiked back down the mountain trail. We stopped a few times to pick black berries and just talked.
After talking with the owner and Nate saying he wanted the seat frames, we headed home. Nate immediately looked up on the internet for the price of seats for the jeep. New would cost at least $ 150 a chair.
So...the hike was worth it. Nate found what he was hunting for. It was worth it for me too, for it reminded me not to get all frazzled about a detour, but enjoy the time spent together.
Off again with Nate on another adventure.