Hey Roger, didn't you have a pad for that? Good to see Bill and Trudy again, it's been 3 years.
Ha! Upon our arrival at Mt. Tam the others chose a level, paved path around the Mt. while Melanie and I chose to assend the rocky, treacherous path to the summit. Atop the great Mt. lies Gardner lookout, a fire lookout named after my grandfather, Edwin B. Gardner. Our sherpas log ago turning back and running low on oxygen and water, we gloriously conquered the summit. Alone and cold we begun our descent. Nearing our destination I was attacked by a viscous "polious handrailous". Nearly severing the end of my finger I somehow mustered the courage to fight off the beastly silver serpent. If not for the expertly administered medical attention from "scallywag", the wound would surely have gone septic.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it!