A supposedly dumb thing I’d do again.

I’ve been on vacation. You know all that footage of the horrible floods in Colorado?

Yeah. That’s where My Guy and I were. Right there.

My Guy and I hiked for the 2 days prior to the “Holy Shit, The World is Ending” rainfall. We hiked during the “Damn, This is Annoying” rainfall. So, 2 days of poncho-wearing sexiness.

Actually, it was a day and a half of good-natured poncho-wearing sexiness, and half a day of soaked, exhausted, and muddy “Dear God, we’re all going to die.”

Do we know how to vacation or what?

We didn’t really know what we were doing. We looked at the weather and all, but just decided to hike on anyway. We were kind of dumb – and extraordinarily lucky.

So, we got rained on. At one point, I asked My Guy if I looked like a drowned rat. He quickly responded, “Probably. I’ve never seen a drowned rat.”

The man has a way with the ladies. Clearly.

About halfway through our second day of being outdoorsy, it started to rain harder. Luckily, this coincided with a) realizing that we’d taken the wrong trail; and b) getting on the correct trail, only to find that it was really steep and headed toward a destination that would suck due to the weather. Yay!

It was during this wet, uphill trek that My Guy made up for the drowned rat comment. Out of nowhere, he said, “You would’ve made a really good football player.”

I stopped on the trail, mostly because I was looking for any excuse to rest my screaming quads. “What? Why?”

My husband studied me in my high-fashion, trash bag-esque poncho. “You have mental toughness.”

And that, my friends? That’s the best compliment ever.

That’s the compliment that compelled me to keep hiking, even when I was exhausted and soaked, even when I started hallucinating that I was NFL great Franco Harris.

Much like Harris, the dreams of an entire town – nay, an entire Steeler nation – rested upon my shoulders. Like Harris, I sported an oversized coat/jacket/thing.

And like Harris, I had some mental toughness.

I shared this with My Guy. As we hiked on, we occasionally shouted out, “Franco Harris!” as a rallying cry.

Finally, we reached our target – a lake that supposedly has gorgeous mountain views.

We didn’t see shit. We did, however, capture our triumph with this masterpiece of phone photography.

Nice finger there, honey.

Then, we ran down the mountain, becoming more and more dismayed at the flooded trail. By the time we reached the trailhead, we were exhausted and just over it and really rather delirious. Like, we discussed having Franco Harris over for dinner, should we survive our hiking ordeal. Like a Hall of Famer would agree to go to the home of some randoms who aren’t even Steelers fans because they hallucinated about him while soaked to the bone and suffering from some sort of elevation-related delirium.

It could happen, right?

My Guy and I laughed and celebrated our mighty hiking triumph. We had no idea that come morning, the trail would be flooded and that entire section of the park would be closed.

Sometimes, being dumb offers a special kind of protective force field.

When have you experienced Dumb Force Field protection?

Images courtesy of sportsblink.com and Ione the iPhone.

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  • Reply Becky September 17, 2013 at 11:44 am

    Definitely the time we camped out on the beach at the Outer Banks in a tropical storm.

  • Reply Gary's third pottery blog September 17, 2013 at 12:14 pm

    HOLY CATS what a story! Well, in the last year we have managed to hike 2 mountains ourselves in much the same weather and craziness and later you are like "hey, we didn't die! nice!"

  • Reply Green Girl in Wisconsin September 17, 2013 at 3:47 pm

    You are LUCKY, girlfriend. And tough enough for the NFL.

  • Reply cookingwithgas September 17, 2013 at 4:42 pm

    It is all who you weather the storm with.
    Lucky enough that if you had know you would have headed right out to play the lottery.

  • Reply Average Jane September 17, 2013 at 7:02 pm

    I was in New Orleans with 12 other women when Hurricane Dennis was approaching. For those of you playing the home game, that's the hurricane that came through the area right before Katrina. We kept discussing whether we should cut our trip short, but all the locals said, "Nah, this stuff happens all the time. You'll be fine!"

    If I'd known then what I know now, we would have gotten the hell out of Dodge. Fortunately, Dennis missed New Orleans and we were fine.

  • Reply Rainbow Motel September 18, 2013 at 12:32 pm

    Even in the midst of inconvenience and Nature's wrath, you still manage to have a decent time. I've been away, but I'm back.

  • Reply Karen (formerly kcinnova) September 25, 2013 at 4:24 am

    Okay, you are rockin' the rain poncho AND you have mental toughness AND you aren't a Steeler's fan. I officially love you.

  • Reply Karen (formerly kcinnova) September 25, 2013 at 4:25 am

    I suspect I experience that force field more often than not… but am too dumb to know it.

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