One Day...

I believe it was Chad's idea and by golly if he didn't have the guts to carry it out.

We felt very grown up because we were hitch hiking from the bottom of the Jackson/Teton Pass with our snowboards after descending the two to three miles of diverse terrain. No one stopped. So Chad and I got creative. I laid down on the road and Chad pretended to be giving me CPR. Trevor just acted kind of panicky. I think he really was.

The first passing car came screeching to a halt, doors flailing open, and three panicked hippies sprang from the jeep. Chad stood up. I didn't know what to do. I hadn't planned that far. So I laid there with questioning eyes staring at the sky. Chad approached them and in a calm voice said, "we're ok, we just wanted a ride." I raised my head in time to see them stomping quickly back to the car screaming obscenities and gesticulating with their hands and driving away. Trevor stood there.

We resumed our hike up the pass. Two minutes later, the Jeep came tearing down the pass and made a u-turn. We approached the car smiling and grateful and got close enough to see the foam on the man's mouth sitting in back. They proceeded to vehemently chastise us with more colorful obscenities, and tore away again up the road. Trevor stood there.

I think he just hung out with us so he could watch.