Tony: either the one with my Boy Scout troop where we had a hiking/camping trip and it suddenly rained cats and dogs (and I complained about not about the rain, but also my backpack’s weight) or the one where my father, brother and I with old family friends went for a 50-mile, few-day hike where we had pack mules and one of the mules pushed one of the teammates (not me, my brother or even Dad) off the slopped cliff when trying to go ’round a rockslide in the way of the first few miles. The teammate some injuries and had to be hospitalized, so we cancelled the whole thing, but my family managed on our own to hike elsewhere; ran out of water before we were down, but luckily some snow melted into a refreshing pool to fill our canteens.
Probably back in ’68 when I was just a young lad. We went to Colorado with six healthy kids. One was a 13-year-old girl being 13. Of the other five, four returned injured. I actually got my arm caught in one of those ringer washer machine rollers (electric). Pulled my arm in up to my elbow. And Colorado was in a drought – until the day we drove in. Then the heavens opened up.
I was to go on a bus-trip to the NYC World’s Fair with my late husband. He wouldn’t get out of bed, so we missed the whole thing – pre-paid from MY wages, and he blamed me because he didn’t think I was serious about what time it was. He really was lucky he died a natural death.
A float trip from the nether regions. Only time I ever wore sweat pants on the river. A 7mile float took all day because of a girlfriend was trying to sneak off with someone other than her boy friend. Finally got back to camp to find my drunken boyfriend had come down with my dog, who was already covered in ticks. He started yelling at me about how I blew up the engine of the car he drove down. Talk about losing control….the hands started flying in the air, the cuss words became incomprehensible and blaring. Learned a big lesson that trip…..always bring your own vehicle in case you need to escape your vacation.
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Templo S.U.D. about 12 years ago
Tony: either the one with my Boy Scout troop where we had a hiking/camping trip and it suddenly rained cats and dogs (and I complained about not about the rain, but also my backpack’s weight) or the one where my father, brother and I with old family friends went for a 50-mile, few-day hike where we had pack mules and one of the mules pushed one of the teammates (not me, my brother or even Dad) off the slopped cliff when trying to go ’round a rockslide in the way of the first few miles. The teammate some injuries and had to be hospitalized, so we cancelled the whole thing, but my family managed on our own to hike elsewhere; ran out of water before we were down, but luckily some snow melted into a refreshing pool to fill our canteens.
cdward about 12 years ago
Probably back in ’68 when I was just a young lad. We went to Colorado with six healthy kids. One was a 13-year-old girl being 13. Of the other five, four returned injured. I actually got my arm caught in one of those ringer washer machine rollers (electric). Pulled my arm in up to my elbow. And Colorado was in a drought – until the day we drove in. Then the heavens opened up.
Dani Rice about 12 years ago
I was to go on a bus-trip to the NYC World’s Fair with my late husband. He wouldn’t get out of bed, so we missed the whole thing – pre-paid from MY wages, and he blamed me because he didn’t think I was serious about what time it was. He really was lucky he died a natural death.
GROG Premium Member about 12 years ago
A trip to Maine back in the 60’s I think it rained all but one day. It was rather cool as I recall as well.
Dry and Dusty Premium Member about 12 years ago
Each one to me is an adventure, I try to go with the flow!
Jkiss about 12 years ago
A float trip from the nether regions. Only time I ever wore sweat pants on the river. A 7mile float took all day because of a girlfriend was trying to sneak off with someone other than her boy friend. Finally got back to camp to find my drunken boyfriend had come down with my dog, who was already covered in ticks. He started yelling at me about how I blew up the engine of the car he drove down. Talk about losing control….the hands started flying in the air, the cuss words became incomprehensible and blaring. Learned a big lesson that trip…..always bring your own vehicle in case you need to escape your vacation.
vldazzle about 12 years ago
I hate travel, but had such a great time reunited with my BF that we will definately have to do more often.
steelersneo about 12 years ago
A root canal beats working