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For me, this all became so ridiculous that my Ralley Instincts kick in. Another stuck rope? What fun! Past 10 PM there are no possibilities for showers, or dinner, so it might as well be all about the canyon! We have crossed over into “The Punchy Zone” where I am coming up with new verses of “Grope Me Tender” for the next skit night.
One final moment – at the last rappel before we FINALLY touched sweet ground (which my eardrums remind me is 280 feel below sea level) Hank tells me to rappel left to avoid the scorpion. And there it is! Just a beauty, perfectly positioned on the wall, standing guard over the mouth of the canyon. Randi and crew have First Descent naming rights, but for Hankster and me it will be forever known as “Scorpion” Canyon – sting and all.
Back at camp I break down and give Hank his future birthday present from the gift shop at Scotty’s Castle. A Scorpion Seachlight! Hank is immediately wandering “The Hood” scoping for scorpions, but gets distracted with EVERYTHING that glows.
Man, I just love my Western Mountainering sleeping bag. My own sweet cloud on our Very Own RV Slab. I am in a delicious deep sleep when Hank smacks me awake yelling that it’s raining and it’s “Gotta Go Girl” time! So much for the camp breakfast burrito plan…
We arrive in Vegas looking very much like the street people sitting under their personal palm tree properties, grocery carts parked beside them. But the difference is that WE have credit cards, so we’re allowed into Trader Joes to tour the delights of Car Munchie Heaven,
Was it fun? You betcha! Despite the sketchy rock moments, the Merry Hankster is just always the best. Randi is just an amazing gal. And The Pitney is, well, Pitney, and his amazing stories kick in my Forgiveness Instincts, especially the saga of the unfortunate incident he had just had on the Nuclear Testing Site – a whole other TR in itself.
I wore earplugs all the way home to finish my homework and tune out Hank’s evil F Bomb music selections. Music aside, we were totally unified in our quest for the highest possible grease content foods we could find – certainly not a difficulty on the I 15. We just couldn’t get enough of those deep fried cheesy curds!
And next time you see the Hankster, have him show you his Magic Hopping Popcorn Kernal…
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