Saturday, February 24, 2007
People are amazing. Truly amazing.
I always got into the exact opposite problem in the backcountry. I'd be on a trail with my dogs, and they'd head off on a little trail. "Sure," I'd think. "Why not?" Pretty soon, I was bushwhacking, getting smacked in the face with trees and branches, getting rimmed up on trails that clearly needed 4-wheel drive and a very low center of gravity (which the canines came equipped with. I did not). Urgh. I can't even count the number of times I followed my dogs and got myself into pretty awful situations that required me to lower pack by rope, and negotiate with God because I was sure I was going to die as I held on to the steep face of a mountain, trying to figure exactly what was the best way to climb/drop (fall?) another 20-30 feet.
Meanwhile, my sweet little furry girls were down below, barely panting, wagging their tails, as if to say "what's holding you up? C'mom! Let's go!"
Every time, I swore I'd never let them take me off course again. Uh-huh. Til the next time.
Of course, all those little trails were nothing more than game trails. That's why the beagle took those specific detours. But good gosh, you think I was (am?) smart enough to realize that I can't hop down a bunny trail too?
lori
I always got into the exact opposite problem in the backcountry. I'd be on a trail with my dogs, and they'd head off on a little trail. "Sure," I'd think. "Why not?" Pretty soon, I was bushwhacking, getting smacked in the face with trees and branches, getting rimmed up on trails that clearly needed 4-wheel drive and a very low center of gravity (which the canines came equipped with. I did not). Urgh. I can't even count the number of times I followed my dogs and got myself into pretty awful situations that required me to lower pack by rope, and negotiate with God because I was sure I was going to die as I held on to the steep face of a mountain, trying to figure exactly what was the best way to climb/drop (fall?) another 20-30 feet.
Meanwhile, my sweet little furry girls were down below, barely panting, wagging their tails, as if to say "what's holding you up? C'mom! Let's go!"
Every time, I swore I'd never let them take me off course again. Uh-huh. Til the next time.
Of course, all those little trails were nothing more than game trails. That's why the beagle took those specific detours. But good gosh, you think I was (am?) smart enough to realize that I can't hop down a bunny trail too?
lori
