I am a relatively wussy person. I usually don't do things that could hurt me unless I am with people that give me no choice. I am pretty sure it all stems from my inability to turn right on my bike when I was 6 years old. Needless to say, I have friends that like to do stupid things -which I have blogged about here and here and which I have clearly been roped into on more than one occasion.
This last weekend was no exception. I almost wet myself from an experience up Big Cottonwood Canyon.
I'm still not quite sure how we ended up here, but I got out of the truck and considered walking down the canyon. Ok, I do know how we got in this position. We had been trying to take Guardsman Pass from Park City to Big Cottonwood Canyon. The gate on the PC side was open, but it looks like someone forgot to unlock the gate up BCC. Way to go, Mr. Ranger. You made us miss our movie.
I am pretty sure the boys were convinced that Adam's rental truck could fit through the side of the gate. I was pretty sure they were crazy. But, I tried to boost their self esteem and so I encouraged this idea. As if two male brains weren't enough, we were joined by a group of teenagers that thought this was a brilliant plan. It turned into a production when Lead Teenager #1 started building a rock wall for the front tire to roll over.
Yes! I'm glad that was taken care of first. Priorities, man. I can respect that.