Every year, we have a local holiday celebrating our town.
Ironically, we usually leave town that day on account of the crazy, drunken cowboyness of it all.
We had planned to go to the Rockies, but we didn't wake up early enough and ended up hiking in the foothills instead.
It started off with a bad omen, when Emily saw a rattlesnake about a mile in.
(Note Jane's ER bear)
But we continued hiking on, until we got to Horsetooth Falls, which was barely a trickle.
And that's where we took a wrong turn. I think we accidentally hiked somewhere around 9 miles. We only meant to hike 4 on account of Jane's recent head injury.
Words were said. Fingers of blame were pointed. We were running out of water, after all, and the clouds were looking very dark and foreboding. Luckily they stayed just to the North of us. Late that afternoon we arrived back at the trail head with a tiny bit of water and even less patience.
Luckily, we were in the vicinity of Nordy's.
All was forgiven. All was well... kind of.
Those clouds... the ones off to the North?
They were over our house.
That's not snow. It's July.
But we're used to it. It's been years since we went a whole summer without making a hail claim on our insurance. Luckily no serious damage was done... in this storm at least.
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