Not a lot, but enough to convince us that when the sun broke a few hours later, we’d better hit the hiking trail fast if we wanted to do so without the aid of snowshoes.
You might think being surrounded by fresh air and beautiful scenery would lead to a lot of meaningful pondering about my current manuscript.
|This is me pondering meaningfully.|
As is often the case, every phrase Pythagoras and I uttered managed to come out sounding dirty.
Think I’m kidding? Here are a few gems from our Saturday hike:
- “It’s too narrow to ride abreast” (me complaining about mountain bikers riding side-by-side on the trail).
- “They’re cavity nesters – that’s why the box is like that” (Pythagoras explaining the nesting habits of wood ducks and the homes built for them by Forest Service crews).
- “Get your nose out of that hole!” (me scolding the dog for chasing a ground squirrel)
- “I hope they’re planning to trim the bushes” (Pythagoras remarking on the overgrown foliage along the trail)
- Pythagoras: I’m worried the lava rock is really hard on her paws. Me: You said "hard-on."
- “Are you coming?”(me to a dawdling Pythagoras).
How about you? Did anything about your weekend leave you giggling like a middle schooler? Please share in the comments.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get off the internet and start working on the manuscript.
I said "get off."