While in California this summer we took a trip to Mount Diablo State Park. A favorite book of Landon's includes a scene on top of and inside of Mount Diablo. He was determined we go there this summer. We drive by it every year on the way to the Jelly Belly Factory, but we've never turned it into a day trip for my kids.
We took two cars because we don't all fit into one car any more. I was driving. My dad was driving. Have I ever mentioned we both have a fear of heights? I have been to the top of Mount Diablo. My dad has been to the top of Mount Diablo. I have no recollection of being scared stiff making my way to the top. Neither does my dad. I suppose one tries to forget about experiences that cause so much anxiety you think your heart might jump out of your chest. Can't be good for the heart.
As we slowly made our way up a small two lane road with no guard rails, I kept having to remind myself to breath. Ainsley, Landon and my mom were in the car I was driving. Kaylee was with my dad. I was having visions of us driving straight off a cliff while my mom was worrying about my dad's fear of heights. Little did she know my knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel. I was trying not to talk because I didn't want to scare Ainsley since she has a fear of heights too.
We made it to the ranger station. I thought, surely we must be close to the top. We pulled off into a small parking area. My dad agreed, the summit was near. We felt proud of ourselves for accomplishing such a difficult feat and decided to continue our journey. Suddenly the road became even more treacherous. My mom kept telling me to pull off to the side so she could make sure my dad was alright. I could barely respond, but there was no way I was stopping on that road of death. All I could think about was making it to the top. If I could just make it to the top everything would be fine. By then Ainsley was crying in the back seat because she was probably just as stressed out as I was. We continued. After what felt like hours, we finally made it to the summit of Devil Mountain. Ainsley wouldn't get out of the car. She wanted off that mountain as soon as possible. Eventually we convinced her to leave the car, and then we started to enjoy ourselves. We picnicked, we explored, we posed for pictures, and Ainsley got to see Mount Tamalpais (where some of the action takes place in one of her favorite books) from a distance.
All too soon it was time for the drive down. My mom wanted to drive one of the cars. She doesn't have an irrational fear of heights, so to her it made sense that she be one of the drivers. No way, I thought, if this car is going off a cliff I'll be the one in control of that, thank you. We stopped half way down at a part of the park known as Rock City. The kids had a great time rock climbing. For as scared as Ainsley was previously, she was quite daring climbing up giant rocks (maybe because she was in control of the situation).
The rest of the drive down wasn't too bad because we were on the mountain side of the road. It was still nice when we reached flat-ish ground. Aside from the terrifying drive, our day at Mount Diablo State park was way fun, but Devil Mountain is probably going to end up being a one time trip.
