Not one of my brighter moments.

[Highlander31]

This morning was not one of my brighter moments. We live on the coast and I decided to walk the trail along the head this morning. It was raining, although not what we consider heavy (but then we measure rainfall by the foot not the inch.) I put on my tank with a woolly pully over my shirt and a hooded jacket, hose, boots, and headed out the door. I jumped in my rover and drove to the trail head.

The walk started out fine with a light rain falling as I enjoyed the scenery. About half way along the cliff trail with the waves crashing on the rocks 100' below, I noticed the sky turning dark and could see the squall line about a mile off the coast. I picked up my pace and felt I could be under the cover of the tree line before it hit. Approximately one minute later it hit. The wind was driving the rain horizontally in sheets causing my kilt to fly out flat like a pennant on a ship's mast. With my mind working at the speed of a rusty trap, I quickly ascertained that the remaining 300 to 400 yards to the tree line was about to become interesting. So,...doing my best Marilyn Monroe impression I soldiered on up the trail to the tree line.

When I arrived at the tree line I thought I heard someone snicker. I looked to my right and saw a deer and a Sasquatch having breakfast together. The Sasquatch immediately pointed to the deer who continued to eat his meal (judging by the grin on the Sasquatch's face, he was the one who snickered. He was probably getting even for my comment last week about his fur looking like an old rug.) I gave the Sasquatch the internationally understandable one finger salute and headed down the trail to the rover.

In retrospect, I should have worn my wool hiking trousers instead of the kilt. Yup,...not one of my brighter moments.

Merry Christmas to all.