Before the trail run the lady straddling the trail bike yelled into a megaphone.
“I rode through the trail for you first to break all the cobwebs.”
Next, she instructed us to be sure to grab a whistle and a mirror off the table before we entered the woods.
I tucked the mirror into my underpants along with the whistle. I did not understand how she expected us to
find our way out of the woods using a mirror. It was on the second river crossing that I slipped on the mud
covered rock bottom and my shoe came off. The man in front of me reached back and grabbed me by my arm.
“My shoe, I said, I have to get it.”
“You should have duct taped it on,” he grunted out.
Who knew?
