Lake Pine has today been twice encircled by dual footprints, one set belonging to Hannah and the other to me. First walk around - fun but uneventful. Then we decided we really ought to explore a side trail or two, so we casually ignored the looming storm (although Hannah did grab a raincoat from her car) and walked halfway around, to a trail that was closed for repairs. On the way there, I pointlessly ripped my shirt on a pointless chain-link fence. Climbing really would be easier when naked, in many ways. You know where your body is, and unless you're tremendously fat or something, you don't have do worry about bits of yourself getting caught on, say, stupid fences that don't have a right to exist! or whatever else may be nearby. But when you've got a shirt hanging off you - damn things can't stay out of trouble - it'll snag, and rip with a sound painful to mine ears. Painful, that is, if it's my shirt. Otherwise funny. I'm not going to talk about this anymore because it was really a bit humiliating, and very much annoying. Ah well, I got a lot of usage out of that shirt, as my brother before me.
But lo! it got better from there. Shortly after I detached from the fence (which there really wasn't much point to climbing) and we resumed our journey toward the far side and unexplored territory, the clouds, which had been rumbling with thunder in an attempt at being ominous for at least twenty minutes and thereby annoying Hannah, decided they really did have the gumption to kick up a storm, by Jove, and started pouring the proverbial rain upon our heads. Lots of it. We explored the side trail, found it led to Apex Community Park, then started heading back at what must have been a rather sedate pace because we really took a long time getting back, and not just because we sighted disgustingly cute (fuzzy, yellow-and-brown) goslings. Anyway, Hannah was thoroughly dampened and I was soaking wet (no raincoat, you see) by the time we got back to the car... so after waiting for the rain to stop, Hannah drove us both back to her house. I drank Ovaltine for the first time and was loaned a substantially less hydrated shirt, then headed home after my mom called and heckled us. Close to two-point-five hours total, I think. Awesome afternoon. Definitely beat sitting around, even the good kind of sitting around.
This evening, we went to a prayer service at St. Raphael's (in North Raleigh) for Mr. Stapleton's daughter, Angela, who has an inoperable brain tumor. It was... sobering, but at least wasn't funereal. I don't know what they'd do if their only daughter died, though...
Note: this post belongs in yesterday's section. Posted after midnight, so Blogger thinks it's Friday. They ought to fix that.
I don't want to hear about it being Friday.
posted on Friday, June 13, 2003
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