That ranks up there with my sister-in-law's surprise to find out that Alaska was not, in fact, an island.
While my recent Moab-to-St. George trip was an unexpected and random vacation... it was also a gem of one liners to be remembered by... well... probably only me - and for not that long. It is in my attempt to preserve some of the hilarity that I relate a story.
We were in St. George. Climbing in Snow Canyon. Minding our own business - as much as you can without a guide book. We were having a good old time on this beatific climb. When out of the dust pops a group of pretty people, carved out of muscle, pot, and cappuccinos. The film crews followed suit. So I ask you - what do you do when people are filming obvious poser climbs? A jig! Wait for it.... now!
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Needless to say - we didn't have our cameras. So I had Josh snap a few shots of my clever dance for all to see. It's a rough version... but you'll just have to use your imagination.
