A month or more ago a guy got my number at a church dance (ya...i'm 27, i know) and he set up a double date a few weeks later with his roommate and I brought Mags. We found a hike by Wasatch that was really great. Steep climbing and if you took a minute to turn 180 degrees you looked back at a beautiful sky and valley. Hikes are great dates cause you can talk and you cannot talk, you get to be outside, and you're getting a nice workout. We had to tell the boys it was time to turn around even though they were determined to get to this waterfall because we were gonna catch nightfall and we didn't have any light. Girls know best. Also, I was frozen to the bone. By the time we got back to the car there was 1/2" thick ice packed around inside my boots. My feet were purple when I got home and took the rest of the night to get back to normal. Burr people, burr.