“I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.” -Mark Twain
Yesterday I took a day trip with a few of my closest friends to Greenville, a little city in the foothills about a three hours drive from my town.
This prosperous little business community is gorgeous. Every street is clean and obviously well planned. It shines with newness. Glass front hotel buildings rise out of cobblestone streets.The downtown area is littered with cuisine from around the world. Official men in pristine white button downs and shiny shoes could be seen through the windows of restaurants, savoring a half empty glass of wine.
In the center of the town is a gorgeous park. A river and waterfall run through the park, and a pedestrians only bridge balances over the river, giving a tranquil view of the water below.
A hiking trip in the mountains about an hour out from Greenville took us down a gorge. On the way we were treated to bug bites, aching muscles, and a dip in ice-cold mountain stream waters. I was peer pressured into jumping from a bank raised 17 or so feet down into the water below. It was nothing (would be a total lie I was absolutely frightened). Standing behind one of my friends on the embankment, watching him get a running start and flinging himself off of the side, in hopes of avoiding rocks and logs that lay concealed in the water, sent my heart racing. Needless to say I screamed on the way down, and the plunge sent rapturous shivers down my body. It was exhilarating.
That night after completing the hike back up the gorge, and driving down the mountain side in the rain, we stopped back in Greenville to have coffee at an eclectic coffee house situated in a basement. There is little that is more pleasant than coffee with good friends. That’s one of the fundamental truths of life. Then after that we were on our way back home.
The day was an adventure, but I would have to say that the most important part was the ride home. As our car sped along the interstate, the five of us discussed friendships, religion, the human mind, and that which composes our very being. Good friends can strike a special part of a person that awakens within them words and ideas they never before dreamt of sharing with others, or had the words to express. How sad it is that we all eventually have to leave.
How lucky I am to have those I can call friends.