Monday, December 22, 2008

That's not lemon juice

One time Dale and family were visiting us and some of us decided that we would go out to the Columbia river gorge and go hiking. We went out to Eagle Creek trail and Grandma Esther decided to come along. We all grabbed little day packs to bring along with us and Grandma grabbed a plastic lemon juice bottle with a string tied around the top as a "strap".

The trail starts out pretty flat but goes up very quickly as you hike past a tall waterfall. There's one place where the trail is at the top of a 100 foot cliff and there is a cable to hold on to for safety. Grandma had been getting a little thirsty and sipping from her "lemon juice" as we were hiking. When we got to the cliff she didn't feel it was necessary to hold on to the cable. I was hiking behind her and grabbed her shirt and pulled her back at least once to keep her from falling off the cliff.

When you get to the top of the waterfall the creek makes a nice pool and there is a smaller waterfall that some of us were jumping off. Grandma was feeling a little warm so she decided to wade a bit in the creek which is only about a foot deep but has a lot of slippery stones in it. When she got out to the middle of the creek she slipped and ended up sitting in the creek, she wasn't too happy about that.

It was about this same time when we discovered that she had brought along some homemade wine in her lemon juice bottle.

2 comments:

Drew said...

I could have sworn it was a honey bear bottle and not a lemon juice bottle. Whatever the case, the liquid inside was definitely intoxicating.

Grant Swertfeger said...

I think that the honey bear made an appearance on that same trip, she probably had both on her at the time. She likes to bring that one on a lot of trips.