Only at the summit did we realize these two were a pair. And a fighting pair at that... At the top of the hill/mountain they were crying and softy arguing and then maybe reconciling. Or not. Because by the time we climbed down that bitch, ate a Clif bar, and started discussing lunch/cocktail options they had made it to the parking lot. Seemingly their goodwill evaporated during the descent and once their Subaru was in sight, they couldn't muster one good memory.
Ed and I discussed this on the drive to lunch and came to this conclusion: all couples have problems and all couples occasionally consider the dissolution of their union. But its best not to hash through these issues on a rocky mountain trail where escape is futile and no one knows how to find you. Seriously, wait until you're in the car and driving the gravel path to civilization to be all "You were flirting with that bartender!"
Also, recycle.
1 comment:
rob and i loved that story
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