My first search trip leaving Orlando, as the plane climbed to 30,000 ft. I felt highly of myself and told the lady next to me “I’m going to get Forrest Fenn’s treasure” she said “I love you”.
At Salt Lake City, my spirits elevated, I told the rental car lady “I’m going to get Forrest Fenn’s treasure” she said “I love you”. At Yellowstone, I told the ranger at the gate “I’m going to get Forrest Fenn’s treasure” she said “I love you”.
So much love, and thinking highly of myself hiking at 8,000 ft. With only one can of bear spray I thought… What if mama bear is out with cubs teaching them to hunt? Is one can enough? I’ve never used bear spray, when I pull the trigger does the can empty itself or do get several short bursts to ward off a group attack? Deep in the woods, alone, I hear a frog seeming to say “doubt, doubt, doubt” fear grips me.
On the trail ahead, appears what looked to me like the grim reaper. A large hooded figure holding a sigh, but the blade was missing. Only the handle. Hmmm, half a sigh I pondered. He said “looking for this!” and then struck me upside the head with the handle. He laughed as he flew away and said “I am altitude sickness!” Ha Ha Ha!
I fell down, dizzy, nose bleeding.
Then I heard the scurry of several tiny feet and still lying down turned my head to see a family of beetles come into view. A father, mother, and six young beetles. Obviously outraged the father beetle bravely stepped forward shaking his fist at me and shouted “HEY! Watch where you fall down, You Big Dummy!”