Hilarious story, for me at least. We try to go on a hike every week in the foothills. Today we made plans to hike to the top of Table's Rock. The weather report indicated overcast skies and thunder but nothing of rain. So we got to the trailhead and made our ascent for the summit. It was cold. I asked Jake several times if he wanted to turn back but he told me it was up to me. We kept hiking even when it started to sprinkle. And then it began pour. "Do you want to keep going?" I asked but Jake told me it was up to me, again. We continued up the trail but within minutes the terrain was barely navigable. "Okay, let's turn around I said."
"I was wondering how long it would take you to say that," Jake called behind me as he began to make our slippery descent back to the car.
The trail was the absolute worst for downhill trekking. Streams had formed within minutes making an already difficult hike worse. In Charlie Brown-meets-football fashion, Jake fell feet over head onto his butt not once but twice.
The first time he looked at me, bothered, and said, "I knew this wasn't a good idea. I knew it since we left the house!"
I tried to keep my snickering to myself couldn't.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"Oh, just the situation," I told him.
"I'm not going to lie to you, I was really mad at you for a while," he laughingly confessed during our drive home. When I asked Jake why we didn't just turn around when I asked him if he wanted to he told me its because he knew I really wanted to make it to the summit and he just wanted me to be happy.
It wasn't until dinner that he brought up how he fell in the mud. Instantaneously, I burst out laughing in spite of everyone around us and told him I was waiting for that moment to come all day--the moment where it was okay to laugh at him.
"Is that what you were laughing about when you said it was 'the situation'?" I confessed and he decided he's going to make all of the executive decisions on matters that might end up killing us in the future.
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