"...and they ran into a frog..."

today was hiking part ii. again, it was laura, summer, shawn and me going up mount holyoke. shawn fixed his hiking boots so they didn't bother his heel this time, but the laces were apparently digging into his toes so summer gave him a - are you ready - sanitary napkin to help "pad" it. oh, and it worked ;-). so we decided on our trail and, after the girls doused ourselves in bug spray (lest to get eaten alive by insects), we started on our hike to the top of the mountain. this trail kept screwing with us because we'd walk up the trail and just when we (in our out of breath state) thought that we were up as far as we could go, the trail would dip down and then go back up more steeply than before. jerk. we'll have fabulous butts if we keep this up and i think that we'll try to. anyway, we got to the top of the mountain (a 1000 feet hike, btw) and what a view. i was still stunned. beautiful. i can't wait to go up again in the fall. the leaves are going to be awesome (and i mean the real definition of awesome, not "awesome like a hotdog, sir?" -- okay, sorry, bad reference to eddy izzard...)

we decided to go back another way via the horse caves. not at all what we were expecting - we climbed down and were all like, "um are we there? i guess we're there" but they were really cool anyway (turns out they were stone overhangings where "they" would take horses). we sat in the cave and had lunch. i found out that there is (or was?) a handkerchief code for gay men. yeah, i'll skip that discussion except to say that, hey at least they all can communicate exactly (i mean exactly) what they're looking for. maybe it has to be through color pieces of cloth - but who's to judge, really? i never know what straight men are thinking...

but i digress. we weren't able to figure out a punchline to our joke. we got a middle part though. "so the group comes across a frog who says, "i am an enchanted frog. if the right person kisses me, i will be restored to my original self." so the straight woman (thinking of the story of the frog prince) leans down and gives the little amphebian a kiss. to her dismay, nothing happens. the gay man thinks, why not and kisses the frog. nothing happens. so the lesbians pick up the frog and kiss him and he turns into...." and we couldn't figure it out! how lame, huh? we had tons of inside jokes but no one would get them because, gasp, they're inside. oh well. summer will return in october and maybe then we'll figure out our punchline. stay tuned. ;-)