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George Carlin has a classic comedy skit called “idiot minus 15 seconds.” The basic gist of the skit is that when someone goes to stand in line, they invariably ask the person in front of them if they are standing in the right line. The problem is that this guy doesn’t really know, 15 seconds ago he was an idiot, he just happened to end up in front of you and asked the person in front of him, who asked the person in front of him, and so on, and so on. George goes on to describe how on one day he decided to test his theory by standing in front of a closed ticket window. After a while someone walks up and asks if this is the line for the Rolling Stones tickets and George tells him, “sure!” Within an hour the line is around the block. I was reminded of this classic routine when I took this backpack. I read in a couple of magazines that Paria Canyon on the Utah/Arizona border was an awesome trip. So I read all the advice I could find and read that end of May was the best time of the year to go. Even though my previous four Utah trips were in October and the weather was great, I decided to follow the guide books and go in May. But let me tell you, it was hot! I mean reeeeaaaaaallllllyyyyy hot. Maybe 2002 was an unusual year. Maybe I was just sensitive to it. Or maybe, just maybe, I was an idiot minus 15 seconds, just believing what the guy in front of me said. All I know for sure is that by the third day of my hike, I was on all fours in the river splashing water over myself in an attempt to cool down. One of my fellow backpackers said I looked like a dog, all I needed to do was start barking to complete the picture. Not only did I feel somewhat like an idiot for hiking in 100 degree weather I also let myself get talked into going without a tent. I read article after article extolling the virtues of saving weight with a tarp. Since I was hiking someplace where rain was unlikely, I decided to forgo the tent with visions of “sleeping out under the stars.” Between mice and mosquitoes, I learned the hard way that rain is only one of the many things a tent protects you from. Right now some of you are saying to yourselves that I am being a wimp, that it’s all part of the outdoor experience. Hey, I enjoyed myself and would do it all over again, but all I’m saying is next time I’m taking my tent. The moral of the story my friends, is that after all the trip research is done, you should trust your instincts. Helpful Websites:
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