My wise hiking buddy, who makes wise statements, said that there was no bad weather, only bad clothing.
So, we decided, on a day that had bad weather, that we would hike the Salmon Pool’s Trail.
It was exciting. The river was having a blast as it roared and tumbled towards the salt water. Misty cloaks covered much of the highlands and because most people don’t follow my wise friend’s saying about bad weather and poor clothing, well, not a creature stirred on the trail, not even a mouse.
So, we decided, on a day that had bad weather, that we would hike the Salmon Pool’s Trail.
It was exciting. The river was having a blast as it roared and tumbled towards the salt water. Misty cloaks covered much of the highlands and because most people don’t follow my wise friend’s saying about bad weather and poor clothing, well, not a creature stirred on the trail, not even a mouse.
Dom Loves My New Foot Stool
Her proper clothing was a colourful raincoat poncho and mine was a never been worn yellow raincoat and pants.
It rained the whole hike. However, we planned to get to the little cabin.
You can see this cabin on my Facebook photo. I intended to light a few candles, eat lunch, drink tea and be merry. After-all, it was close to Christmas.
When we got to the cabin, we discovered that we couldn’t get in. We thought the door might be stuck. I tried some kicks and punches, but it wouldn’t move.
It rained the whole hike. However, we planned to get to the little cabin.
You can see this cabin on my Facebook photo. I intended to light a few candles, eat lunch, drink tea and be merry. After-all, it was close to Christmas.
When we got to the cabin, we discovered that we couldn’t get in. We thought the door might be stuck. I tried some kicks and punches, but it wouldn’t move.
Very Muddy Trail
So, it was raining out, our outerwear was wet and we couldn’t have a sit-down in the cabin. Take a break kind of thing.
Morning Sun
I suggested that we might eat in the old run-down looking out house. It was open and dry, but what a stupid idea, and was I serious? I don’t know.
I did go into the little washroom to see if there might be a key hiding inside. After all, it is my cabin, in my mind, and also on my Facebook page. Other than an awful stench, I found no key.
My hiking buddy, discovered that the cabin’s eaves hang out pretty far. She was already standing under them and eating her lunch.
I did go into the little washroom to see if there might be a key hiding inside. After all, it is my cabin, in my mind, and also on my Facebook page. Other than an awful stench, I found no key.
My hiking buddy, discovered that the cabin’s eaves hang out pretty far. She was already standing under them and eating her lunch.
I decided to be the man and put together some benches. I carried four, semi-rotten logs and placed them by the wall. I then found some small planks and laid them on top of the logs. Then I invited my buddy to trust my woody construction, so we could sit down.
We sat down, ate our lunches, drank tea and admired the fabulous scenery. You see, the highlands hover over this little plot of heaven, while the mist hovers over their forested heads.
was startled by a shout of surprise and maybe a little fear or anxiety. My poor buddy was falling backwards off of my heart-felt desire to produce an operating lunch bench. She managed to stop herself from going ass-over kettle, but spent the rest of the lunch time standing. She had no trust in my handiwork. She is wise.
was startled by a shout of surprise and maybe a little fear or anxiety. My poor buddy was falling backwards off of my heart-felt desire to produce an operating lunch bench. She managed to stop herself from going ass-over kettle, but spent the rest of the lunch time standing. She had no trust in my handiwork. She is wise.
View From Cabin
I stayed on my side of the bench and was okay. Why? I don’t know.
However, as I was sitting there, I made a discovery. My brand-new rain pants were torn. There was a long tear in the leg. Brand new pants. Brand new, bright yellow, crappy rain pants.
However, as I was sitting there, I made a discovery. My brand-new rain pants were torn. There was a long tear in the leg. Brand new pants. Brand new, bright yellow, crappy rain pants.
When we got back to my truck, I entertained my hiking buddy by how I removed my really awful rain pants. I literally tore, cut and stretched my brand new, yellow, rain pants from off of my legs leaving my partially dry under-jeans on.
On Saturday, I took a load of garbage to the dump. If you happen to go to the dump take a look at one of the wagons. If they haven’t emptied them yet, you will see a pile of bright yellow plastic bits and pieces. They would be my brand new, bright yellow, piece of the poorest quality rain pants you’ll ever find on any store shelf.
Snow Sculpture
If they aren’t there, but you are serious about seeing them, you can drive into the big building where they put a lot of the garbage. You can go in there, and while listening to the pigeons cooing from the rafters and while keeping an eye out for the rats, you might see the bits and pieces of my brand new rain pants.
Watching River
It was suggested that I use the bits and pieces as trail flags, but I passed on that idea.
We Had a White Christmas
Meanwhile, I’ve got to see about getting my cabin door open. The door is of the finest quality and extremely difficult to damage.
Wild River
