So we planned to drive to the top of Pikes Peak, which was on my summer to-do list. Whenever Tara tells you what time she'll arrive, you always adjust it according to the Tara Time Quotient: Tara Time + 45 minutes = Actual Time.
I forgot to apply the Tara Time Quotient to our excursion, so I didn't realize one of the Primal Rules: Never get involved in a land war in Asia, and don't try to ascend 14,000 foot mountains at 2 p.m.
Anywho, we drove up and the whole top of Pikes Peak smells like donuts. It's like how you always jokingly ask, when climbing some mountain, "Is there ice cream at the top?" And the answer here is "YES! And fudge and pretzels and donuts!" Not that I'm going to climb it. How depressing to climb 8,000 feet to find a bunch of fattys like me pigging out on donuts at the top?
Anywho again. By the time we got to the top of the mountain, we had about 3 minutes, no maybe 2, gazing out at the glorious view before a teenager boomed over the loudspeaker, "If you don't get inside immediately, you'll die and lightning will melt your insides," or something like that. It wasn't too hard to go inside since the whole mountain smelled like a donut, as I mentioned earlier, and as my luxurious hair was all standing on end from the static in the air.
After just long enough for us to gobble down some donuts inside, another booming teenaged voice came over the loud speakers, saying, "Get out now! We're all going to die! Lightning, Lightning! Run for your lives!" Or something similar to that, anyway.
On our way out of the building, after the $35 dollar 5-minute experience, the clouds came swooshing over us. It was so cool. They were moving so quickly, and swallowed us and the entire mountainside up completely.
Despite not actually getting to see much of the view for very long, it was actually a very dynamic day to go. Everything looked like a movie set--like some doom was impending on the horizon. It allowed us several times to, quite appropriately, quote Gandalf: "Fly, you fools!" And that's good enough to make any day a good day.
A picture of Tara and Bryan, clutching his munchies, just before they were gobbled up by the clouds, never to be seen again.