Craig Hill has an amusing story on his ascent of Panorama Point.
Standing on the roof of Nebraska, mutiny in my family’s eyes, I had to act fast.
At my feet I noticed several large, dried bison patties. So I grabbed one, shouted “Alex, let’s play Frisbee” and let it fly. Kristen nearly pulled a hamstring scrambling for our industrial size bottle of hand sanitizer. “Kids, come here now,” she hollered. “And don’t touch your dad.” Panorama Point might have stunk (literally), but we’ll talk about it forever.
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