I hope everyone’s gearing up for a fun week-end, whether that translates to cookouts or spending a quiet afternoon by the pool or plonked down on the couch reading or some combination of the above. 
The Girl and I are going to watch the DH drag race. I really need to spend today and tomorrow home alone, working on these revisions. However, I promised them I’d go. I bugger out on plenty of things because I need to work and I just can’t do that to them this time. So, I’ll take it with me and work on the way and get up early tomorrow morning.
BTW, there are a couple of pics from our backpacking trip up now. Check out the Stuff page on my site. One of my favorite hikers I met on the trip was Canyon, the dog. He was a sweetheart and I was glad The Girl snapped his photo.
Another afternoon we’d reached our shelter early in the afternoon when a thunderstorm rolled through. Lightening, rain, and hail. I was glad to be under a shelter instead of out on the trail. Three guys came trudging in, thoroughly soaked–two brothers hiking together and a solo hiker they’d met along the trail. Actually, they thought he was dead because he’d ditched his pack on the trail and was laying face down on a rock (best way to avoid being a lightening rod!). This was Curt. Instead of a tent, Curt carried a hammock with a rain fly–check out the pic.
Anyway, the guys spent the rest of the afternoon drying out and we all enjoyed talking and checking out one another’s gear. I love hearing people’s stories–where they’ve been , where they’re from, what they do, how they came to be where they are. I’m still working on how to ask these questions without the other person feeling as if they’re undergoing an interrogation. :O My poor DH has long-complained that when we go out to eat I’m always distracted by the people at the tables around us. More than once he’s kicked my underneath the table because he says I’m staring. I’m usually just trying to figure out the dynamics and the story behind the people.
On the flip side, when someone says to me, “My life is so interesting. You should write a story about me.” I have to tell you, I feel like a deer caught in head lights–paralyzed by fright and unable to react.
Jen
