And… I’m back from Florida… land of palm trees (non-native species, of course), sunburns, and leathery retired people. I have to tell you, even though I was on an island on the gulf, salt water, I was convinced that every puddle or pond held at least 15 gators. In fact, I would do my best larry-the-cable-guy-voice, “I bet dere’s a gator in dere!” Every time.
Katie is off to SC to visit her favorite sister, and I am back – at least I missed the snow!
SO back to reality. I took my puppy for a hike today. It was a blast, not too muddy, and not many other people out. Peaceful. But when I am hiking, I think about all the funny, dangerous, ridiculous things that could happen.
You’ve heard the stories. You’ve seen 127 hours. If you haven’t read Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail, it is awesome. About a woman whose life is messed up, so she’s like, yeah, I can hike the Pacific Crest Trail. Experience? Pssh. Shoes that fit? Pssh. A reasonably sized pack? Pssh. And all the shenanigans that ensue.
Anyway, my kind of hiking is the kind where I don’t even need a pack. I bring my keys and my phone. Not to call for help if something happens… to take pics of my adorable fluffy dog on the hour-long hike. I’m a BAMF. I know.
So for those of you whose minds also wander… or enjoy outdoor / hiking humor (or for the .5% of the population who actually hike into the mountains and battle frostbite, snake bites, and death by cliff falls), enjoy the below humor.