By the time we finished with Starbucks and McDonald's on Friday night, it was already dusk. We drove out of the city and straight into the wilderness. We left civilization far behind. Or at least it felt like it. As we drove further and further from our last pit stop at the Tim Hortons in Lindsay, the safety of the streetlights deserted us. It got darker and darker and darker, until we were plunged into total blackness save the headlights of May's black Honda Civic.
She flicked on her high beams in a desperate attempt to see further ahead, but it didn't make much difference. Cars seemed to appear like apparitions in front of us. We turned onto a bumpy dirt road, and were surrounded on both sides by tall trees, their arms brushing eerily on the sides of the car as we sped by. The moon offered little reprieve, instead casting a spooky shadow through the clouds. In all honesty, I think we were all a bit freaked.
"OK, turn here." My directed.
"HERE!" the rest of us exclaimed, swiveling our heads to look at what appeared to be a black void.
We were driving straight into the evil forest. I am not exaggerating. There was no driveway to speak of, and certainly no cottage in sight. We bumped along for a few metres in the darkness, and breathed a sigh of relief when the cottage came into view. However, this relief was short-lived, as the glare of the headlights revealed millions of mosquitos and bugs between us and the safety of the cottage. We sat in the car for 15 minutes trying to figure out how to make it out of the car and into the cottage with a minimum of damage. When May turned off the headlights, we all screamed in terror (no kidding), until she flipped them back on. We dissolved into hysterics...and yes, we did manage to make it into the cottage. Eventually.
Such city girls! Sigh.