This is the story of my Friday night. It started out much like other nights. I got off work hungry, called my friend Jaren and we went for food at the Fox's Den -- The new pizza place in Logan. It's alright.
After eating we went up to the Logan Cemetery. Why? Because I have become obsessed with the paranormal lately do to the show Ghost Adventures on the Travel Channel. (Great show, watch it.) So, we went up to the Cemetery because there is a myth about one of the graves. The grave is of a woman leaning over with her hand on her head as if she was crying or grieving. The myth is that on a full moon if you were to go to the grave you could hear crying and the face on the statue would be wet. We wanted to test this myth. After walking down pretty much every road in the cemetery except for the one the grave was on we finally found it (it is a lot easier to find during the day. By the way, it was about 10:30 pm when we went up). We did not hear any crying and we touched the face and it was not wet. Not surprising. I'm not a big believer in inanimate objects personifying because of ghosts. And I don't really believe ghosts hang out around cemeteries. Why would they? It would be Boring. However, it was not technically a full moon on the night we went. The full moon was on the 25 Jan. and we went on the 29 Jan. So we will try again in February but so far it's not looking good for the myth.
We left the cemetery at 11:00. With time to kill we wanted to find some more creepy places. We drove out to Smithfield. About halfway there we hit freakishly think fog -- the kind where you can only see about 10 feet in front of you. From Smithfield we headed west towards Benson -- all the while it is still foggy. After driving for a while we reached a part in the road where there are no turn offs, and of course one other car comes up behind us trying to drive really fast despite the blinding fog. So we drive until we reached a turn off and turned south -- the other car turned north. We pulled over to flip around and head back and we got stuck in the snow. Just great! We were somewhere around 33,000 West range. We tried pushing ourselves out but it wasn't working. A van drove by but did not stop and help us. Jaren had the idea of sitting on the hood of the car and lifting where the tire was. This worked and we finally got out. Not wanting to get stuck again we just went straight looking for another way back to Logan.
Jaren supposedly knew where we were but I was getting all confused by the fog to where I didn't know which direction was which. Everything looked the same and I felt like we were just going in circles. We joked about what would happen if we walked off into the foggy fields and what would happen to us. There was nothing around except for the occasional old house.
After making it back to Logan we decided to explore the opposite side of town, so we went out to 600 South and headed west again. Once again it got foggy right as we left the Logan area and once again someone got right behind us when we reached the point of no return. And this guy got right up on my tail and had really bright lights which just made it harder for me to see. Plus there was a really freaky horse that stared at us as we drove by! But we made it out to Mendon around 12:45-1:00 am. Once again we pulled over turn around but this time we didn't get stuck in the snow. Instead we pulled partially into someone's drive, and sure enough, we got stuck again. AHHH!!! We were only about a foot into the guys driveway and the driveway was barely sloped at all but it was completely ice and my car has front wheel drive (which were the wheels on the driveway) so we couldn't get out. We tried pushing ourselves out and putting cardboard and floormattes under the tires but the only thing that happened was the floormattes being shot out from the tires and the car slipping further and further into these peoples driveway. I'm surprised we didn't wake anyone up with the sound of the car engine. We even melted a tire shape hole about an inch and a half into the ice.
We finally called for help. Firt my mom (on accident since she wasn't even in town), then my brother who didn't answer his phone and finally my roommate Dan who we woke up. Dan drove out and towed us out of the driveway. It was 1:30 at this time. So anyways, we all went home after -- The End.
The moral of the story: DON'T TURN AROUND!!! Look what happened to Lot's wife.
seven years ago. In all that time I never broke a string so I never had to change the them. Today I changed it's strings for the very first time. Surprisingly my small E strings snapped as soon as I touched the tuning key to take it off. I have know idea why it never broke before.
look at these strings. On the left are the new strings, gold and shiny. On the right are the old stings. They look like a 30 year old penny. Delicious.
look at these strings. On the left are the new strings, gold and shiny. On the right are the old stings. They look like a 30 year old penny. Delicious.
