Another tryst with stilted talk and bore

Another tryst with stilted talk and bore,
You turn to talk, but I ignore.
What's more, my eyes begin to glaze,
another comma, some words, and then a phrase.
I pity your pithy lips, even though others praise.
I gaze into your throat, into the maze.
Maybe your brain has fallen down there, down a ways,
maybe that's why you speak of mayonnaise,
for 30 minutes......... no pause, no break.
So as you sneeze, this opportunity take!
"What think ye of Shakespeare, Chaucer, and Blake!"
"Oh your so cute when you talk smart Blakey-Blake"
This is the Chalice that others seek!
Easy to master, easy to teach.
You touch my nose, I wanna sneeze,
and blow some intellect in with the barren debris!
You turn to talk,
I walk away.
For someone else,
wrote a sonnet today.

Havasupai - 12 adventurers, 5 jumps, 4 falls, 3 blessings, 3 sleepless nights, and 1 heck of a time

An old Indian's face is much like the walls of these canyons, etched slowly by time, each wrinkle or crack a living history etched on the face.

What a trip. What an epic adventure. What a group of people. Almost everyone jumped off the cliffs and everyone made the hike. No one flew out their packs either. The water was so blue and green. Unbelievably beautiful and every night there was a sell-out crowd of stars to look at. There were times that I couldn't stop the theme music from "Last of the Mohicans" from running through my head. Mostly when we would climb up behind the waterfalls and then jump out. There was one jump that was just ridiculous. It was super high and the overlook that we were jumping off of was dirt that was crumbling and falling into the river. I was the third to jump but I "helped" the people in front of me by encouraging them with words like "Don't do it man!" or "what if........ and then you die!" They were really lucky to have me there with them. I was so courageous, so confidant. (not) I also came to realize that Dave might be the craziest person I have ever met. At one point he was walking down the river looking up at places to jump from and we were like "Veto! Veto!" the was standing about waste high in water so I'm sure he wasn't serious, but it is hard to tell sometimes with him. OOOHHHH, and then there was Beaver Falls. Super high! There was another group of hikers that got there and just waited around to watch us jump, and there was no way any of them were going to jump. Niki jumped there too! It was amazing. I came to realize there really are daring and adventurous girls out there. Actually I don't care who you are, if you jumped where she jumped you are adventurous, boy or girl.

The only gripe I have about the trip is my own fault really. Tiny blanket + hammock = 5 hours of sleep in 3 days. That 5 hour estimate by the way is pretty generous. The wind blew every night. On the last night about the only sleep that I recieved came after I made myself a cup of hot chocolate and fell asleep kneeling and curled up. That lasted, oh maybe 15 minutes. When I got home I slept like a rock. Well, I slept like a rock that also slobbers. I went to bed at 8 last night. Mostly because I was incoherent and was afraid I might fall asleep while waling or something ridiculous like that.

I'll post some pictures after I get home from work but until next time, ta ta for now!