hydrophilia

Went spruce-cone hunting again today (read: raided squirrel caches while they chattered angrily at us). While walking back to the truck, we were going through long grass. On one step, it turned out that beneath my foot was not ground like I expected, but two feet of water. Splash..

Laughing, my coworker continues on. Leveraging on a small willow, she swings over a small stream... and karma, proving to be a bitch, makes the willow sloooooooowly bend down, dropping her gently to the ground as she lets out a small scream. It's my turn to laugh.

Until the car. Water bottle open on the dash, she puts it in drive. Blam. Nearly a liter of water on my lap.

Wonderful.