"Kenia... Is your stuff packed?" my older brother asked me from the kitchen. I finish putting my clothes in my duffel bag, and tying up my tank top, then put on my unbuttoned flannel.

"Just finished Kenneth, be out to put them in the truck in a minute"! I yell back to him, and hear the front door open, then close. So I knew he would take me literally.

The gang would be at my father's cabin. Which was where we were heading to meet up with Kens friends. Out of the group, I could really only stand Crystal. My dads cabin is located in Mathias, West Virginia.

He finished packing his bags into the cab of the truck, and I handed him my bags, so he could situate them in the cab.

"Lets hit it"! He hoots and hollers like a college kid. And he starts the truck, and turns to me. "Are you ready for a fun-filled weekend"?

"Hell yeah"! In the most cheesiest party voice I could think of, and start to hoot and holler like him.

As we started off, I turned on some 103.3 and listened to the songs they played. The Sun shone down brightly, so I put on my Arias pink framed sunglasses.

"Ok Taylor Swift". My brother teased. As we continued on, I noticed alot of houses no longer were standing.

"What happened to all the houses"? I asked in confusion.

"Lately, they have been having alot of mudslides, and the last one completely flattened miles of roads and residences.

Strange. West Virginia was never known for mudslides. I shrug it off and go back to singing with the radio.

If anyone knew construction, Ken was the man. He worked just shy of six years with "Bakers worth" constriction.  And he had done it all. To contractor to rood specialist.

His 71' Chevy jolted as we hit a bump. But we kept going on smoothly. He turns onto a old unused hunting trial, and soon see a familiar landmark of ours.

"Hey sis, look! It's our 'wishing pine'. And it was. It was surrounded by a old decaying wooded fence. We got close to five miles left.

I love him, but it was close to two and a half. To help with my boredom, Ken told me of how one of his co-workers went out to the bosses car, and layered it with super glue, and I died of hysterical laughter.

I begin to chuckle to myself, and Ken looks at me as if I was nuts. "What's so funny"?

"Just about what Diesel did to your boss. Diesel went by Todd, but he was called Diesel, since that's what he always drove.

I sit back and think about the fun to come. I deserved this weekend, and it will be nice to see Crystal.

IF ONLY!!!....