Omen?

So, I’ve arrived in the bone-melting heat of Arkansas. Leaving Alaska was not easy. It never is. Knowing I’ll be back soon helps a lot. I flew to Dallas and stayed with my lovely niece again. Then, my nephew and I drove back to Arkansas. About an hour out of Dallas, a giant log appeared out of nowhere–seriously, no one saw it before it simply manifested. I’m thinking it was a Star Trek transporter accident. Anyway, I hit it going 70 MPH and blew a tire. I mean BLEW a tire.

We pulled over and my nephew removed the suitcases and dug out the spare. Three other vehicles stopped to see if everything was okay. Southern girl helplessness–ingrained in our minds from birth–took over and some stranger changed the tire for me. Then, my nephew found the closest Sam’s and we spent an hour there while I got 4 new tires. I’ve never had more fun at a Sam’s Club. My nephew is hilarious!

Once we were on the way again, we listened to tunes and made it to Fayetteville mishap free where my brother met me to get my nephew. So, there I was alone driving down the dark, winding roads to my hunting cabin in the middle of nowhere. I turned onto the dirt road and immediately stopped. There was a large log in the road. After my ordeal on the interstate, I was cautious and needed to take a gander before continuing.

Pretty darn scary if you ask me

Guess what. I wasn’t a log or limb. It was a big ass water moccasin. Huge! I guess it was wandering from the creek to a pond and it was not happy that my car stood in its way. His white mouth revealed evil fangs. Several thoughts went through my mind.

1) There are no snakes in Alaska.
2) Isn’t it too freaking hot for a snake to be moseying around?
3) Is this some kind of omen?

When I asked my friend if seeing the snake was a bad omen, she said told me that it was a sign that I would soon be faced with temptation. Oh, I hope the temptation is in the form of something more exciting than a doughnut.