The Ice Cup Chronicles

7-7-13

2333 hours, Sunday

  So here we are again. If you are reading this you are either incredibly adept at spotting talent and genius…..Or you are just really bored, and figured that following the link might entertain you for about a minute or two.  Some might be here because I hinted at a spot of mystery when I posted on the facebook. For all who don’t know I’m on something of a trip, and currently my location is undisclosed.  Some already know my destination, and some of the reasons for this trip. Neither is a factor here, as I wish the next few entries in this blog to be a log of my travels.  So sit back, faithful readers as I tell you a little of the first leg of my trip.

  The day started routinely enough for such a trip…very early…….before 6 am early……..but we do what we have to….partially out of necessity, and partially out of the anxiety that you feel when you just want to get on with it. Here is where the quest goes awry. When I met up with the other members of the quest that we shall call the “Fellowship of the cup of ice” this name will become apparent later.

  Now don’t get me wrong, we were all prepared and ready for the journey ahead. It would be fun.     Calamity would strike, however in the form a nasty power outage. We didn’t see it at the time but this would be a prelude to the dangers and mysteries that would follow.

  The travel would start with a side adventure in what I call “breakfast sandwich, the new hope” followed by perplexing petrol problems being solved……Next we would be left guessing by rest stop coffee that would not pour into the cup……the fellowship was surely in over their heads…..Adventure and excitement would continue as I was faced with the riddle of steel……oh wait, no that’s the wrong riddle….it was the riddle of self-service gas pumps…I was almost defeated, but the creepy combustible delivery system would not stop this flat cap wearing jersey boy!

  Next we have the inspiration for the name of the questers…..I was trying to select a fountain drink (it is much easier to drink from a cup with a straw while driving). I was troubled because there were a lot of soda flavors, and I’m trying to cut down. I made my choice, and commenced filling my chosen cup with ice. A woman then grabbed a cup, and while reaching across me to fill her cup with ice before could get my iced tea. She then asked me something very odd. She asked if the cups were the cups for ice…..At first, I didn’t know how to respond, but quickly I found my wits, and with a completely blank stare, I said “ I don’t know, I’m not from here.” She asked again, and I just said I think they will see that ice is all that you have, she seemed satisfied, and that riddle was solved.

  We would go on to cross mighty rivers and pass giant hills. We out drove several devious vagabonds who sought to split the group. We shared good food, and boisterous stories. We finally took a break and came to a rest in parts unknown. 

  Now, you were probably thinking I was going to tell you where we stopped for the night…You will have to wait to further chapters in the story. Then again, there might be a clue buried somewhere in this blog.

Thanks for reading, and stay tuned for more.