Trinity University

Introduction... introduction...

Ah!

There's this town I've never heard of in Texas named Frankfurt. Wait... no that's in Germany. Hold on a second... I need to recall my third grade state capitals test. Okay. Frankfurt is in Kentucky. Not Texas. The town I'm talking about is Fredericksburg. Anywho, one of my friends at Trinity named Katy lives just outside of Fredericksburg. Okay... let me reorganize myself. This is getting confusing... because Katy is another town in Texas... and she lives outside of Fredericksburg? And Fredericksburg is really the name of a giant hot dog that lives in Germany.

...A-hem.

So Katy, being the superb female that she is, invited a few friends to visit her home in Fredericksburg for a Saturday. Additionally, a little-known hill called Enchanted Rock is Katy's one-hour-neighbor, so she also asked us if we wanted to go hiking and spelunking as well.

"Spelunking" kind of sounds what big rocks do when you drop them into lakes, and since I don't often enjoy being dropped into lakes, naturally I was perplexed and had to inquire as to what the word meant. Apparently, spelunking is what you do when you go into dark caves and stub your toe trying to find the light switch. Maybe the word would make more sense if someone dropped you into the cave and you made a certain sound as you entered.

Still confused, I agreed to this *adventure* that Katy proposed, and proceeded to make everyone wait for me in the cars as I made a few "Oops! I forgot something!" returns to my dorm. By the time we got to Enchanted Rock, everyone wanted to strangle me for not talking so much. I could tell it was going to be a good day.

Anywho, we got out of the cars and decided to pay six dollars to the officials who drew an imaginary line and said we had to pay six dollars if we wanted to cross it. This is how the encounter went:

"Excuse me, sir. Why are you standing here?"

"See this line? I dare you to pass it without paying me."

"What li- wait.. you didn't answer me! Why are you here?"

"I dare you, small fry!"

"I don't understand... what line?!"

"This one right here, buttercup! Give me six dollars!"

"Hey hey... my name's not buttercup! And what are you going to do if I don't?"

"GIVE ME SIX DOLLARS!"

"Whoa there... we have a car and all you have is this booth... wh-"

"SIX DOLLARS!!"

"Sheesh! Okay okay... here you go!"

Instantly his expression changed from a wicked scowl to a delighted grin.

"Thank you, come again! No litter please or we send pidgeons to poop on your car!"

"We?"

"Yes."

"...I still don't see a line."

He might as well have been a really agressive homeless person. Sometimes they're kind of crazy... right?

Okay, well once we passed Buttercup, we got out of the cars and took the obligatory "I'm at college and having the time of my life with my friends!" group pictures, which is when I decided that, hey, you could take a picture of yourself on the rock in front of your house and give it a caption that says "This is me at the Grand Canyon!" and no one would even question you. Here, let me try out this theory:

This is us at Enchanted Rock!
Okay... that one was true.

This is us at the Grand Canyon!

This is us in the Australian Outback! Oi, mate! There's a dingo in me trousers!

This is us about to go into a convenience store!

And off we went up onto the top of the second largest granite formation in Texas to get dropped into caves. Usually, when telling someone of a certain adventure I went on which would usually be thought of as exciting, the only thing I tell them about that adventure is something negative. For instance, when I tell people about the freshman backpacking trip, I usually say "I had to poop in the forest for four days." In telling someone of my experience at Enchanted Rock, I would say, "I think that there was one point where I could have jumped up and been carried away by the wind," or, "No one would let me stop to get a snowcone."

And though I do only say negative things about my adventures, I always enjoy them. Once we finished hiking up and down the beautiful Enchanted Rock and exploring all its nooks and crannies, we wearily drove back to Katy's house to enjoy homemade barbeque and peach cobbler courtesy of her parents.

It was a good day.

Oh! And before I forget...

This is Doug.

And this is what Doug gets for being skeptical as I took a picture of him and said, "I'm gonna feature you on the Trinity website!"

So... since I judge the quality of my blogs by their length and not by their substance... I would say that I have successfully blown your pants away with my awesome writing skills.

The End.