In which the monsters drone on and on...and on and on...about our quick little afternoon fishing trip-turned unexpected 3-hour wilderness adventure. Except they tend to leave out all the adjectives, adverbs, and nouns, and only really fill 7 minutes of film with transitional phrases like, "and after that we..."
So, here's the gist of it:
Two-and-a-half hours later...
We'd scaled one mountainside too many, scraped up our elbows and knees, lost the majority of our crawfish water, but emerged triumphantly on the other side...and just in time for dinner, too. And no, it was not crawfish and clam chowder (much to their chagrin). We're, apparently, holding them (still) in our garage in vicious vengeance for their treacherous trickery in deceiving us into believing a shortcut is a shortcut is a shortcut. THAT should teach them!
[pew! what IS that smell?]