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Charlie Don't Surf, and Goths Don't Hike
Aug. 5th, 2007 06:55 pmLeia Wethington asks: "So How Was Your Sunday?"
I smelled like seven Sundays at seven Slave Leia presentations at seven NRACA Cons before my shower about thirty minutes ago.
You know you're gross when people at Wal-Mart are repelled by you.
We found out today it was the hottest day of the year so far at Government Canyon State Park. We found out when the park ranger sent to rescue Summer and I (King and Boy having already gone ahead to get help) told us.
Summer and I got to ride in a mule (not ON) back to the Visitor's Center. Neither of us got shoved off because the mule only held six, and then shot to save us from the Reavers, so I'd say we came out rather a bit ahead.
I wanted to beat King with a lobe of a prickly pear cactus when we were driving back and he said, "Well, if we'd gone at Boy's pace..." when we were discussing what had led us to sitting in a classroom in a state park with ice packs and water and rangers staring at my head, which looked like a tomato. Boy's pace was what I'd been agitating for the whole time we were unknowingly on the wrong trail because the trail we were supposed to take was not clearly shown on the map, nor marked, oh, at all.
I knew I was pretty bad when laying down in the dirt felt like a feather bed at the Hyatt. The bees got us moving again, and Summer and I took a turtle-like lurch back the way we'd come. Some nice hikers gave us a Dr Pepper. Rescue Ranger Weide (Weedy) gave us water, ice packs, and a weather report, and seemed very concerned that we not decide to never come back because of today.
Laura gave us a ride back in the mule. When I tried to walk again, I was pulled to the right like a Ranchero wagon with brutal alignment issues. I could not walk a straight line at all. We sat in a classroom and King poured water on me and we put on more icepacks.
Then, he gets up and says, "Let's go," right back into King mode, and I nearly beaned him with my bottle.
On the way out, a helpful ranger named Brian backed into a cistern and fell over and it made me feel even better than Laura telling me, "This happens all the time." I figure if a ranger is tripping over shit where he works, I'm not doing so bad missing an unmarked left and getting heat exhaustion.
So, HOW WAS YOUR SUNDAY?
I smelled like seven Sundays at seven Slave Leia presentations at seven NRACA Cons before my shower about thirty minutes ago.
You know you're gross when people at Wal-Mart are repelled by you.
We found out today it was the hottest day of the year so far at Government Canyon State Park. We found out when the park ranger sent to rescue Summer and I (King and Boy having already gone ahead to get help) told us.
Summer and I got to ride in a mule (not ON) back to the Visitor's Center. Neither of us got shoved off because the mule only held six, and then shot to save us from the Reavers, so I'd say we came out rather a bit ahead.
I wanted to beat King with a lobe of a prickly pear cactus when we were driving back and he said, "Well, if we'd gone at Boy's pace..." when we were discussing what had led us to sitting in a classroom in a state park with ice packs and water and rangers staring at my head, which looked like a tomato. Boy's pace was what I'd been agitating for the whole time we were unknowingly on the wrong trail because the trail we were supposed to take was not clearly shown on the map, nor marked, oh, at all.
I knew I was pretty bad when laying down in the dirt felt like a feather bed at the Hyatt. The bees got us moving again, and Summer and I took a turtle-like lurch back the way we'd come. Some nice hikers gave us a Dr Pepper. Rescue Ranger Weide (Weedy) gave us water, ice packs, and a weather report, and seemed very concerned that we not decide to never come back because of today.
Laura gave us a ride back in the mule. When I tried to walk again, I was pulled to the right like a Ranchero wagon with brutal alignment issues. I could not walk a straight line at all. We sat in a classroom and King poured water on me and we put on more icepacks.
Then, he gets up and says, "Let's go," right back into King mode, and I nearly beaned him with my bottle.
On the way out, a helpful ranger named Brian backed into a cistern and fell over and it made me feel even better than Laura telling me, "This happens all the time." I figure if a ranger is tripping over shit where he works, I'm not doing so bad missing an unmarked left and getting heat exhaustion.
So, HOW WAS YOUR SUNDAY?
