The ride home was just as cold as the ride there
I was the coldest I have ever been last weekend. I was visiting my dad when we suddenly decided to take his motorcycle up into the mountains. You see, I live on the west coast and winters are not very cold out here…unless you go up in the mountains. There turned out to be snow up in the mountain and I was freezing cold. My jacket did little to keep me warm and my jeans did even less. Don’t even get me started on my hands and face. My dad was just as cold so we decided to stop at a restaurant for a bite to eat and to warm up before heading back out. The restaurant was a lifesaver. The minute we walked through the door we were greeted with a blast of warm air. Not only did they appear to have excellent central heating, they also had a roaring fireplace going in the dining room. We asked to be seated as close to the fireplace as possible. I hardly remember what I ordered but I ate as slowly as possible. My dad did the same. Neither one of us wanted to go back out into the snow on the motorcycle. I ordered dessert than my dad ordered coffee. We did what we could to linger in the warmth. Eventually we had to leave though. The ride home was just as cold as the ride there. When we got home we cranked up my dad’s furnace as high as it would go and tried to thaw out once again.