A friend of mine named Dalex recently spent spring break at his home in Oregon. Oregon is the land of the rain, which bothers some but is loved by others. Yesterday I sat down with Dalex to ask him about his break, only because that is the polite thing to do...I really didn't care. Lucky for me, Dalex went into every detail of every day, even down to what they ate. Nonetheless, I listened, and as I listened I actually began to fancy his story of a hike they went on.
Up into the woods of Oregon's Columbia River Gorge rested this usually tranquil hiking path. On this particular day however, the wind was roaring and the rain pounded the ground. Needless to say, Dalex loved it! His description of the scenery was magnificent. And as I imagined what things might have looked, there was not a flaw in my mind. That is, until I saw a picture.
What can ruin a beautiful setting you ask? Terrible fashion. This word "terrible" can stretch far and wide, but one definition would be hiking socks, cut-off sweats, a flannel, and a red rain poncho. Awful. As I looked at facebook pictures, it took me minutes to even notice the beautiful waterfull in the backdrop, for my eyes were fixed on the red posterboard that Dalex wore. Clearly, there was no respect for mother nature.
On the subject of the poncho, I also have one more question - who the "eff" thought it was a good idea to make a poncho for rain that has short sleeves? Not the most intelligent designer if you ask me. I have this weird hunch that most of Dalex's upper body remained dry the whole hike due to the poncho, while his arms were soaked. These are just my own concerns for such an ugly, yet practical piece of fashion.
One more thing that isn't fancy - creating a blog and not writing a post for several dozen years.
Salzwedel, out.
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