My bro-in-law Bid works very hard at having fun. Bid loves ‘60s music, Jets football (although I swear he’d watch pee wee football on TV if that’s all that was on) and beer, especially dark beer. He’s a curly-haired, fast-talking party waiting to happen. He’s a Jersey boy. My husband Mike loves ‘80s music, Giants football and beer, light beer. He’s a balding quiet guy who analyzes most situations before he reacts; this sometimes makes him seem, uh, slow. He’s a Jersey boy too. The men, complete opposites, always have fun together, but sometimes their fun ends up getting them in “situations.”
On our recent trip to Arizona the guys did plenty of beer drinking and football watching during the days and evenings. Then in the mornings Bid slept in while my husband took his 6-mile training runs. One morning early in the week Bid stood in the back yard staring at the triple peaks that rose like sentinels not far from our luxurious rental house. Bid told Mike he saw, clearly visible, a man and his dog in silhouette at the top of the small-ish peak. Bid, in what I think was a rare fit of physical fitness, told Mike they should hike up the very same peaks; after all, if a man and a dog could hike it, how difficult could it be?
The two men discussed it over the next couple of days. Bid, excited and animated, and Mike, reserved and thoughtful. They agreed on a morning that they’d get up and actually hike to the top. The night before the hike they drank beer; I’m convinced Bid drank more than Mike, but I wasn’t actually keeping count so I could be wrong. Morning arrived; Bid dragged butt out of bed and the guys took off for the West Wing trailhead that Mike found on one of his runs.
The hike started out fine; the guys were easily able to navigate around the rocks and cactus. Then they started the steeper park of the West Wing trail. They didn’t encounter any wildlife, for which both were thankful. They had been warned.
The going got steeper. . .and steeper. . .until
The last bit of trail the guys were crawling on their hands and knees, bellies scraping along, according to Bid, as they pulled themselves ever upward.