6PM, an apartment on Van Ness Avenue, San Francisco-
Andrew: Hey, where did we put the snowshoes after we unpacked last time?
Becky: I thought we left them at your parents?
Andrew: Really? I'm pretty sure my mom gave us each a pair... I wonder what I did with them... well, no matter I doubt we need them anyway. Off we go!
12AM, knee deep in snow with a 50lb pack, somewhere in the Sierras.
Andrew: *pant* *pant* *pant* my pants *pant* are *pant* soaking...
Becky: I'm divorcing you.
Andrew: But *pant* we're *pant* not *pant* married *pant* *pant*... *GASP*
Becky: I'm still divorcing you.
But obviously we made it! And Becky claims it was "part of the adventure." Guess that's one of many reasons I love her so much.
All: So glad to be here!
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How did al and juan do in all that soft snow?
ReplyDeleteI will definitely take the snow shoes. That is if it is worth the trek with no ghirardelli brownies. But Andrew, Becky is a keeper if she considers it an adventure