One Night in Farmington Canyon

I was going to save this as a gag joke for Breanne's birthday, but when Jennie sent me this picture I had to post about it.

Let me preface this whole thing by saying that I used to work at a bank and I used to work with a girl that we had hours in the evening to chit chat when it was slow. We talked about everything from birth and labor stuff to how to get out of dangerous situations. One night she told me that she had read an article that said the best thing to do if you get in a dangerous situation and you feel like someone is going to attack you, then you should act crazy. Nothing should be considered out of your list of options, whether it be eating dirt, screaming incomprehensible things or kicking your legs in the air like you can't control them. I took this to heart.

Fast forward a few years to Labor Day 2005. Sheeesh, that's already been almost 5 years ago....Anyhoo, a few friends and I decided that we wanted to go camping and use the tent that I had won. (Another great story for another day.) We didn't want to drive too far since we had not reserved a camping spot anywhere and figured any real campgrounds would be full. Well, Farmington Canyon was the decided spot. During church, Laurie and I drove up there and put up the tent so that we could come back that evening.

That night we were having a grand old time, eating smores, laughing, actually building a fire ourselves (holla) and reading out of a book that was not too well known at the time, "He's Just Not That Into You." Suddenly we heard crashing through the bushes and trees to find 3 guys, 3 sheets to the wind coming to our camp. I started getting nervous, they might be the nicest guys in the whole world, but how on Earth would I know that? AND they had an ax with them!!! I have seen far too many horror movies to know that anything good could come out of that.



The above picture is what was visiting us. Yes, my friends, looking back I shouldn't have been worried, but I was. So, I remembered what my good friend Tara had told me about acting crazy and I thought that that was as good of a time as any to test it out. I started drooling, seriously drooling, all over. The drool was dripping down and soaking my shirt. That didn't get any reaction. I started screaming things that didn't make sense. I stood up and started doing high kicks and screaming while I was doing it. I'm here to tell you it didn't work. They were too drunk to even pay me very much notice.

Eventually they left back down to their camping spot, but only after one decided that Laurie's water bottle was his, one almost fell into the campfire trying to grab a smore and the other almost sat on his ax. I think the moral of the story is that if you act crazy and the people don't think that you're acting weird at all...you're either in REAL trouble, or they don't mean you harm at all and if you just start ignoring them, they will eventually go away.

Oh this picture doesn't do the one dude justice, he had one eye that would completely look the other way when he would try to look at something. I don't know if it was worse because of the alcohol, but it was bad, you never knew who he was talking to, it could be you, or the person next to you...there was no clear way to tell.