Okay, now it's time for a little digression mainly because I'm three hours from home right now, and mom can't hurt me. This has nothing to do with Steph and my woods wanderings, but it does have to do with woods... and wandering... I guess.
Right, so sometime around April I had to drive out here with the parents (here is Ithaca College, by the way) for some accepted students day program that I don't remember at all. After the exciting day at the college, we went to Buttermilk Falls because mom loves hiking... well she says she would like hiking if we'd ever agree to go with her. So although the park was closed we went on a little adventure of our own in search of a roundabout way to get to the top of the falls. We went through the woods a bit as a shortcut and caught up with a path. Dad and I were a bit ahead of mom who was taking her time on a particularly steep hill. We came to a fork in the path. To the left was an extremely steep incline leading to oblivion somewhere. To the right continued along the water and you could hear water gushing somewhere in the distance. We assumed this was a no brainer and she'd obviously pick the path to the right. If the water wasn't a giveaway, the huge hill should have done the trick. At any rate, we were obviously mistaken. Dad and I continued on to a pool of water with a small waterfall. We stayed there for a few minutes and headed back to find out what was taking mom so long. We meet up with her some way down the trail and she is infuriated with us. Here is her story as she tells just about everyone to this day:
These two went off flying up the trail ahead of me and leaving me all alone. First of all, you should never leave anyone alone when you're hiking in the woods. I come to a fork in the road and I have no clue which way they would have gone. They left me no sign of which way to go. So I did what any sensible person would do and I stayed there. I must have waited for an hour and it was getting dark and I could hear rescue helicopters flying overhead (At this point in the story Dad and I die every time. It was about 3 in the afternoon, we were gone for no more than 10 minutes, and the rescue helicopter came into the story after it was told maybe 4 or 5 times. There was no rescue helicopter.) Eventually, I decided I should probably head back because I didn't want to be stuck in the woods in the dark. I assumed they just left without me. I remembered that we left the trail somewhere, but I couldn't remember where. I was just about to give up and start trying to make a fire or something when they finally came looking for me. I'm never going hiking with those two again!
This is the traditional glare we get:
Yeah, so that pretty much sums it up. She still goes hiking with us, but is known to complain often about how Dad and I are single handedly responsible for any or all of the following: getting lost, leaving her behind, taking her down a dangerous path, going too fast, going too slow, short daylight hours, not having a flashlight, pretty much anything you can think of. Right...so back to Steph's and my wanderings.......