At least, I think it was in Colorado. Mmmmmm…yep. I’m pretty sure it was in Colorado. Anyway, I was driving and Mother Nature called. In more ways than one. The facilities were those icky pit style toilets. But I felt I was fairly compensated for the lack of regular toilets by the scenery.
Here’s a little story–a conversation with myself, as it were–over what I found:
My Inner Child (MIC): OOOH! Cool rocks! I wanna climb them!
My Grown Up, Responsible Self (MGURS): No. You are in the middle of nowhere all by your lonesome. Not a smart move.
MIC: Why not?
MGURS: Because, if you fall, no one will hear you scream or come to your rescue.
MIC: *snorting* That’s what cell phones are for.
MGURS: If you look at your cell phone, you will notice there is no cell reception out here in the middle of B.F.E. Colorado.
MIC: Oh. But look! There are really great handholds and lots of places to stick your feet, and everything!
MIC: And look! Isn’t this the Coolest. Thing. Ever?
MGURS: No. You are not going to climb the rocks. Not even the little ones that look like dinosaur excrement.
MIC: *spluttering* But, but….Look! Look at them! These look like so much fun to climb! I don’t care at all that they look like dino poo. Can I climb them, pretty please?
MIC: Hey, what’s that? *pointing upwards*
*MIC trying to quickly ascend a rock while MGURS is temporarily blinded*
MGURS: Get the hell off that! Just ‘cuz I can’t see for the sunspots in my eyes doesn’t mean I can’t hear you! Get down now!!
MIC: Awwww…. Don’t be such a cact-ass.
MGURS: Okay, we’ve checked out the cool rocks and they are beautiful. We have a schedule to keep. Let’s get a move on.
MIC: *petulant* I can’t. I’m going to follow directions for once and enjoy a little of just what that rock right there is telling me to enjoy.
MGURS: Once and for all, you are NOT going to climb the rock!
MIC: Nope, I’m going to sit down and enjoy a little of it.
MGURS: Gaah! You are impossible! A little of what? What is the rock telling you to enjoy?
MIC: See for yourself.