I had only ever driven a handful of times in my life. Least of all in the darkness, on a hazardous terrain.
The gravel roads were bumpy and tricky to drive on, and I forced all my attention onto them so I wouldn't swerve into a ditch. It was hard, focusing all I had on the road as I tried to follow a barely audible gps which only told me which way to go right when the turn was there. I expected a ditch to be in view real soon.
However, by the grace of the Moon Goddess, I made it to the BlueAutumn pack in one piece, just early in the morning. A bit rattled, both from tension and the gravel road, but still good.
I white-knuckled the steering wheel as I pulled up to the packs gates, a look of concern on my face. What if it was a setup? What if I was going to get shot?
It wasn't, and I did
