The LV news was talking about a hiker lost on Mt. Charleston.
Cheated death again ... Tom drove me to the Food Lion, where we bought eggs, paper plates, and some half-price beef. Now I have to decide between writing Christmas cards while making Tom and Elen watch biology lectures ... or taking a nap.
“Lost” hikers on Mt. Charleston this time of year (or any other, for that matter) are as common as the idiots who are told, “Turn around! Don’t drown!” during the monsoon season.
They all have to pay for the rescue, some get tickets in addition to the rescue cost, and some get carried out in body bags. They just don’t listen when the weather man says something like, “There will be about 10”-14” of snow on Mount Charleston, with temperatures below 20 degrees.”
This guy was lucky. He said he would be OK last night, but that he would need help getting out this morning. *sigh*
I’m still in the midst of paying bills, but I was so cold and wet this morning after my trip to the post orifice and Walmart, that I just turned into a slug...The Stig had to tap his lettuce clip several times before he got my attention. Poor neglected little guy...
Ohyes...and while i was in Walmart, I saw a young marine in full-dress uniform, chest full of ribbons, and I had to go thank him for his service. Still gives me chills... ;o])