Thursday, December 25, 2014
Light Like Christmas Cookies
I am always at the end of the line of hikers, about 45 seconds behind the rest despite my best efforts. This is called "being the sweep," and it is a job: The "sweep" makes sure the number of hikers leaving the woods is the same number that came in. One of us slipped on wet rock and fell, but it wasn't me; unfortunately he landed on, and broke the screen of, his cellphone.
(Excuse me--I have to go--the kitchen mousetrap just went "snap"!)