Hello Dear Reader;
Today, the 22nd of September, is the second day of our visit to Helena. Yesterday Thomas and I awoke in our frosty tents at a campground near McDonald pass. We were both suffering after three consecutive 60-mile days. To express our exhaustion to one another we were both pushing each others buttons. Thomas sang numerous songs and I moaned especially to 'drunken sailor'. I lost the competition of who could lay in their tent longer and got up to get further away from Thomas. He was not actually interested in sleeping in, only in asserting himself once again in being more capable of staying in his sleeping bag longer than I can stand to. Unfortunately for him, I was ready and maliciously waiting with an open water bottle when his head came poking out of the tent. With his bleary eyes on the ground he had no chance to see the chilled water splash onto his scalp, but the resulting outcry sent me on a solitary morning stroll.
Later that morning I expelled the unusable dregs of stove gas into the firepit and lit it due to some dirt that had fallen into the fuel bottle. To avoid clogging the pump I felt it was justifiable to waste the small amount of gas in the bottle. As most boys are pyromaniacs, Thomas and I kept the fireball rollin' and first soaked a rag in gas from his fuel bottle. Then Thomas started pouring the gas directly into the firepit from his bottle, making sure to avoid the open flame. I warned him of the danger he was playing with. Taking no heed, Thomas continued to pour gas on the fire until the inevitable happened. Yes, dear reader, flame leapt up the stream of gas and Tommy boy jerked the bottle away, dousing my nearby bike trailer and hung-out-to-dry socks in gas. The flames leapt along and I turned from packing up breakfast, at hearing his squawk, to watch him frantically blowing out the flames. I was already one-up so it was easy laugh at the situation, but I will never douse Thomas again for fear of getting burnt.
I keep trying to think of something meaningful to say that will have an impact on the lives of others, but the only thing congruent with the blog is that humor is like beauty, it's all within the eye of the beholder.
