Dear Switchback fans,
Marty and Brian just returned from their first tour of Costa Rica. Here is Marty’s journal of the trip. Enjoy!
Day 0. Chicago. 31 degrees. We are getting ready to leave for Costa Rica, and this being the fifth of January, I decided that I would take down the Christmas decorations. Everything was boxed up inside the house. Our tree, denuded of of its ornaments and with Aine’s help, the lights unstrung. I then took the tree and brought it outside, where it sat in the yard, looking sad. I would eventually bundle it into the trunk of the car and haul it to Warner Park, the final resting place for Chicago Christmas trees in our area. There, the great mulcher will bring them into a new existence as park trails and weed block during the summer. I hurried on to my next Christmas task, which was to take down the big wreath that was on the front of our house. I had purchased this wreath a couple years ago and it requires my bringing out the aluminum ladder and hauling it up behind me to where it can hook onto the shutters on the second story. It looks great, lights up at night and is a bit precarious, especially taking it down, because the wreath is about as big as I am.
As it turned out, my new next door neighbor David, was taking down his Christmas lights as I dragged the ladder into place. We paused in our work and chatted a bit across the fence, where I told him I was heading to Costa Rica. “Have fun,” David said and offered to keep an eye on the house. I thanked him and hurried back to the task of taking down the wreath.
“Need any help taking down that wreath?” David asked. “Oh, no,” I said, shaking the ladder against the side of the house, “I got this covered.” With that I climbed up to unhook the wreath and carry it down. However, in my haste to get the job done, I had inadvertently unlocked the ladder and so when I had climbed high enough, the ladder decided to fold up on me. “Ka-chunka chunka, chunka” I went along the clapboard. I flailed against the ladder, pulling the muscles in my right arm and when zooming down to the ground, where I stumbled three steps back, the ladder still gripped in my right hand and now swinging freely into the yew tree.
Hearing the racket, Annie came to the front window. Some people paused on the sidewalk and were quietly pointing and chuckling at the ass with the ladder. Annie just shook her head at me and turned from the window. Luckily, nothing was worse than a sore shoulder and bruised ego. I resecured the ladder, made sure it was locked and sheepishly ascended back to the wreath.
I am looking forward to heading to Costa Rica.
Click here to read Day 1