Today we hiked to the top of Enchanted Rock.
Okay, truth be told, we didn’t get to the top. We only got about ¾ of the way up.
Things I learned today about hiking to the top of Enchanted Rock:
1. Don’t do it in August.
2. Don’t start at 12:30 in the afternoon.
3. Don’t go immediately after eating a big lunch.
4. Especially if your lunch was German food (delicious, but not exactly ‘lite’).
…Especially if you drank waaay too much iced tea.
…Especially if you didn’t pee before heading to the summit.
5. Take plenty of water. Unless you have to pee. Because then it just reminds you. That you have to pee.
6. Don’t even think about peeing in the grassy areas off of the trail. Just the thought of a rattlesnake sinking its fangs into my butt cheeks lessened my need to go to the bathroom just a little bit. (Besides… the Native Americans believed that Enchanted Rock was sacred, and unless I want some creepy, blank-eyed Indian ghost haunting me for the rest of my life, I think I’ll just hold it, thank you very much.)
We had a great time, though, and we plan to go back. When it’s no longer 102 degrees, and so hot that I shouldn’t have even worried about snakes. Even the snakes are smart enough to stay the hell out of the sun on a giant pink granite dome in the middle of one of the hottest Texas summers on record.
Davis kept picking up small pieces of the pink granite. “Look at this cool rock! I want to keep it!” I explained that we weren’t allowed to take rocks home, and pointed out the nifty reminder sign that said: “PLEASE DO NOT DEFACE OR REMOVE ROCKS”. So very handy. I’m considering hanging signs around our house: “PLEASE PICK UP YOUR LAUNDRY AND PUT IT IN THE HAMPER.” Or “NEGLECTING TO FLUSH TOILET IS A PUNISHABLE OFFENSE.” Seems very official.
Phil told him, “Anyway, this rock is supposed to be sacred. You should never take a souvenir from some place that is sacred… just ask Bobby Brady.”
Ooohhh, snap.
Which brings me to the last thing you should do when you hike Enchanted Rock:
Always bring someone who can reference your favorite television show from the seventies.
No WONDER I love that guy so much. :)
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4 comments:
You should know that you are not allowed to go anywhere where you aren't allowed to pee every 5 minutes. I think the Levine's learned that about you years ago :)
You may have to You Tube old Brady Bunch episodes to show Davis exactly what happens when you take rocks from sacared places :)
dude, totally true about the Bobby Brady reference! Cuz then you run into Vincent Price in the cave, and who knows where all that would lead!
oh, and don't run off with a simlarly aged native while camping in the Grand Canyon. Another Brady kid misstep.
Even at home those little troublemakers played ball in the house, broke a sister's nose...they weren't the best of role models, come to think of it.
But then again, there was DAVY JONES. He redeems it all for me.
Where were you born? Because anyone born in Tx knows you don't climb Enchanted Rock in August. That is just silliness!
Hillarious on the Bobby Brady reference! That's awesome! -- Kelli
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