Flying out of Seattle one year I passed by Ranier so close you could see hikers! I told Shila about it.
“You did not see hikers” she said.
“I did too”
“Youre dreaming”
“I really did. We were so close I could almost touch them”
“What did they look like?”
“They were all in a line, wearing red, green and blue parkas. You could see them really good against the snow. Like ants”
“They couldn’t have been hikers” she says.
“Well, I tell you what they WEREN’T”
“What weren’t they then?” she asks.
“Ants”
And she clobbered me.
