(I think I got bush-wiggity-wacked.)
We don't need nice weather, we'll just walk through the snow.
We don't let trees get in the way of photo opportunities (at least Greg doesn't).
We're not scared of a little rain--in fact half of our group slept in a puddle of water...
...and then built a waterproof force-field of strength around the tent (so they didn't have to sleep in a puddle again).
We're so manly that we teased bears.
We swam in a lake full of ice chunks.
(Ok, we didn't swim, but we threw some really heavy rocks into it.)
We didn't roast marshmellows, like Skippy Doodles--we roasted shoes.
We broke the will of our machines, by using the self-timer feature on our cameras.
We brought hammocks, to mock the mountain with relaxation.
I trapped a bear and ate it's heart; Michael wore nothing but mud and ate only raw fish and beetles; Greg pulled an eagle out of the sky; Rusty (the person) gave birth to twins; Rusty (the dog) exchanged his "woof" for a lion's roar. We didn't just survive the trip--we taught that mountain a lesson. Ha!
I really need a nap.
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