Lies I tell you, all lies!

This post will consist of two truths and one lie about the events of my day, which has been an adventure to say the least. See if you can spot the lie hidden among the truths. Leave me a comment telling me which one you think is made up.

#1. This morning, after waking up in the great outdoors, my friends and I decided a quick dip in the ice-cold creek—there was snow right to the waters edge—was a good idea. Once we had finished eating some delicious banana oatmeal and consuming more than enough beer we striped down and plunged into the frigid water. The part of the creek near our campsite was unusually deep causing us to sink chest high into the water. The combination of the sun’s warmth and the alcohol flowing through our veins allowed us to stay in the freezing water for a considerable amount of time. After five or so minutes the girls headed back to the warmth of the fire. Roy and I then decided that the best coarse of action would be to play the polar bear challenge. The game works by each player submerging their body up to their neck, the first person to come up loses. After another few minutes Roy and I were each blue from the cold and decided the we would both come up at the same time to avoid shame in losing.

#2. After dismantling our tent, watering the fire, and picking up the campsite we continued up Lost Horse Canyon in hopes of reaching Twin Lakes. Less than a mile up from our campsite the road became snow packed. After putting my truck in four-wheel drive we continued up the road. We became lodged in a large snow bank about half way to lakes. A few minutes of cussing went by before another truck came up the road. The of the driver--who was wearing wranglers, a big cowboy hat, and an intimidating pistol strapped to his chest—offered to pull us out. While maneuvering his truck into a place Mac, as his name turned out to be, also got very stuck. Mac’s truck slid deep into a ditch and became far more stuck than mine. It didn’t take us long to get my truck out of the drift but Mac’s truck was still stuck blocking the road. Luckily, about this time two guys came walking down the road. They too were stuck. Fortunately one of the men owns a towing business and after about two hours was able to get Mac’s truck out of the ditch and headed down the mountain. Mac gave the two men a ride down the mountain so they could get the right equipment to get themselves out.

#3. Once headed back down the mountain we reached the bolder field— the real reason we spent the weekend in Lost Horse. We unloaded our climbing pads and got work scaling the boulders. After warming up on some easy problems we moved to a more difficult boulder. For next two hours my climbing partner and I battled with the same problem. We tried and tried and tried to pull ourselves over a ledge with almost no foothold. After what seemed like a lifetime Lauren, my partner, finally made it over the ledge but was unable to stay close enough to rock and tumbled on to the pad. Agreeing that was the best we were going to do for the day we found Brittany and Roy and started our journey back to Missoula.