"Bandannas are mandatory." That was the only instruction we received before we got picked up to go on our adventure Thursday night.
A conversation from a few hours previous went as follows.
Dean: Hey guys are we going to the hot pockets tonight?
Ryan and I: ...snickering...
Dean: What?
Me: The Hot Pockets?
Dean: Yeah, what? Wait...
Ryan: Dean, they're called Hot Pots. Although we could eat hot pockets while we are in the hot pots.
So, off we went on Thursday night...headed to the hot pockets in Spanish Fork Canyon. We drove up singing our hearts out, as is the norm.
A conversation from a few hours previous went as follows.
Dean: Hey guys are we going to the hot pockets tonight?
Ryan and I: ...snickering...
Dean: What?
Me: The Hot Pockets?
Dean: Yeah, what? Wait...
Ryan: Dean, they're called Hot Pots. Although we could eat hot pockets while we are in the hot pots.
So, off we went on Thursday night...headed to the hot pockets in Spanish Fork Canyon. We drove up singing our hearts out, as is the norm.
After about 30 minutes of hiking in the dark we started to smell sulfur and we knew we were close.
After getting in we noticed our neighbors in the next pool over started freaking out a little bit, so I ventured over to see what the deal was. Turns out they were getting bit by these swimming beetles. NASTY. I was pretty much done at that point.
Good times. Always.
1 comments:
Those swimming beetles sound way to much like finding scorpions in out Arizona heat! Yuck!
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