Dramatic Spinning Rodent is SHOCKED
Aug. 8th, 2007 02:14 pmThis weekend was epic. We'll start with last weekend instead.
LAST WEEKEND: In an attempt to squeeze in as much friendly interaction as possible before my move to Tucson, I invited three disparate friends to go hiking with me. There was Meghan, Jebus, and the LJ-less Mario. None of them had ever met before this outing. Usually I'm not terribly eager to mix friends as it's seven sorts of awkward and makes me feel slightly guilty for playing the "you guys don't know each other so the focus will be on ME" card (only slightly). It turned out really well, though. The fact that Jebus is such a chatterbox definitely helped.
I dragged these three all the way out to the White Tank Mountains in the hope that all the rain we'd been getting would have made the waterfall start running. One of the trails was closed when we got there. Guess which one!
Please don't actually guess, that was rhetorical.
So they've closed the waterfall trail down for several months so they could make it smoother for the hikers or something, terribly nice of them. I was rather put off at the thought of driving 50 miles for nothing, though, so we snuck onto the trail via a connecting, open trail, and hiked up to the waterfall.
Actually, we hiked to the crevasse where the waterfall should've been, only to find that none of our monsoon rain had reached the White Tanks and the damn thing was bone dry. On the bright side, the high rock walls provided a nice reprieve from the sun.
We weren't the only disappointed hikers who'd snuck onto the trail, though, because there were seven others cooling off at nature's rest stop. It was neat, like a convention of mountain law breakers or something. A young man in a wide-brimmed hat addressed us all: "You're probably wondering why I've called you all here..."
So I finished for him. "Someone in this crevasse... IS A MURDERER." With a dramatic spin.
And that's it. The whole point of this post was to provide an excuse for me to use this picture.
LAST WEEKEND: In an attempt to squeeze in as much friendly interaction as possible before my move to Tucson, I invited three disparate friends to go hiking with me. There was Meghan, Jebus, and the LJ-less Mario. None of them had ever met before this outing. Usually I'm not terribly eager to mix friends as it's seven sorts of awkward and makes me feel slightly guilty for playing the "you guys don't know each other so the focus will be on ME" card (only slightly). It turned out really well, though. The fact that Jebus is such a chatterbox definitely helped.
I dragged these three all the way out to the White Tank Mountains in the hope that all the rain we'd been getting would have made the waterfall start running. One of the trails was closed when we got there. Guess which one!
Please don't actually guess, that was rhetorical.
So they've closed the waterfall trail down for several months so they could make it smoother for the hikers or something, terribly nice of them. I was rather put off at the thought of driving 50 miles for nothing, though, so we snuck onto the trail via a connecting, open trail, and hiked up to the waterfall.
Actually, we hiked to the crevasse where the waterfall should've been, only to find that none of our monsoon rain had reached the White Tanks and the damn thing was bone dry. On the bright side, the high rock walls provided a nice reprieve from the sun.
We weren't the only disappointed hikers who'd snuck onto the trail, though, because there were seven others cooling off at nature's rest stop. It was neat, like a convention of mountain law breakers or something. A young man in a wide-brimmed hat addressed us all: "You're probably wondering why I've called you all here..."
So I finished for him. "Someone in this crevasse... IS A MURDERER." With a dramatic spin.
And that's it. The whole point of this post was to provide an excuse for me to use this picture.