Heh, the "Counselor" can't relax.
He is the smartest man in the room and if you can't see that he is more than happy to explain it complete with "definitions" out of websters and great long winded explanations. It probably has something to do with that "post graduate" credit he got for getting lost at Big Bend.
But hey, he's right about the PETA faction. They are like any other "one button" political movement these days.
Just agree with him and move along. Frankly I thought I was the only jackass here who had a gift for writing arrogant long winded insults couched as "explanations" of complex ideas.
Yes, its true. I and a friend did get lost in the desert at Big Bend State Park. We were at the end of the line lollygagging and missed the class turning to the right on a particular trail. We kept going straight.
Fortunately, the Professor of the class has equipped everyone w/ compasses beforehand, so .... wait for it ..... wait for it.... "The Counselor" and his bud were initially Ok in that "The Counselor" had shot an azimuth prior to leaving camp and had determined the location of the camp was at an angle of 330 degrees.
(Please let me know if I'm speaking Greek to you during this ... 'great long winded explanation').
Anyway, I shot an azimuth again where we were once it dawned on us our class had disappeared and noted the way back. My bud was skeptical. He said ... "There's a hill there". I replied: "Yes, and the camp is on the other side of that hill".
So we hiked to the hill and climbed up said hill .... we get to the top and... VOILA!
There was another hill in the same direction. Ooops.
My bud says: "We're still lost. I'm turning back".
Now here's the thing. I knew we were heading in the right direction and I didn't really want him to abandon me. I was down to a third of a canteen of water (I had started out w/ 2 one quart canteens and a 2 quart collapsible canteen that also served as my pillow). My bud had started w/ THREE fricking gallons of water. He was lugging approximately 24 lbs of water during the death march.
And still had a gallon left. Anyway ... he left. Oh well.........
I continued on ... (After all, when you're right, you're RIGHT! Right?) ... I went down the hill, climbed up the next hill just KNOWING once I reached the summit, I was either going to come across a den of rattlesnakes or ANOTHER hill.
I looked down from the summit ... and saw the camp.
"I just love it when a plan comes together" - Lt. Col. John 'Hannibal' Smith
My bud had found the trail the class ad taken AND also found a woman in the class who had stopped to take care of her business (Gnomesayin?) and afterward once she was situated found that the class had disappeared. Those two WERE 'lost in the desert'.
But, it came out ok. After I'd finished chugging a gallon and a half of water back at the camp I even joined in the search for our missing classmates.
