Saturday, August 27, 2011
Random Story
I realize how tall I am in a way I haven't felt since middle school. If you are first to leave camp (and therefor first to walk that particular section for the day) you get the benefit of an early start and a nice worm in the form of spider webs. Many of which, two feet from the trail, stay up for weeks. But those foolish spiders who, every night, don't learn their lesson and continue to make straw houses that can be destroyed by the hair on a hiker's chinny chin chin. And my chinny chin chin clears the way for fellow hikers. The reverse, however, is sadly not true. If someone else goes first my path is not cleared. It is not swarming with cobwebs but that just lulls me into a false sense of security. I don't even expect it when WHAM I'm hit in the face like clingwrap in Joe Pesci's face in Home Alone. I ~freneh freneh freneh~ my way along, muttering it to myself like Pesci and invariably convinced the spider hopped into my clothing somewhere as I wriggle about. Oh yeah, and it's pouring down rain this whole time too.
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