A lost dog, A scream, A rattlesnake

I mentioned a while back we ran into old/new friends Judy and Jeff while trekking an Arizona mountainside. We arranged to meet for a hike at the Lost Dog Trail to Ringtail Loop in the Sonoran desert near Scottsdale. We didn't know anything about the trail but who can resist a walk in a circle in search of a lost pet in the desert?


The guys were blazing the trail ahead, while keeping a safe distance behind Judy and I were discussing the latest kitchen design trends and appetizer recipes.  We were just a few steps back when we heard screaming, shuffling and a distinct rattling sound.  Yep, it was a rattlesnake for sure, extremely real and oh so close.  There was anxious tension as the snake separated Judy and I from the guys.  As we all stared at the snake and each other I could sense there were serious thoughts of who could run the fastest. 


A hiker behind us said  "Oh he won't hurt you just go ahead."   There are so many times in my life when I would blindly follow terrible advice without hesitation, but fortunately sane minds prevailed that day and we froze until the terrified snake scurried away. The guys dried their tears and the ladies carried on without a care in the world.  


That's mostly a true story, the snake did get away.

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  1. BarbApril 9, 2022 at 11:13 AM

    😂

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    1. UnknownApril 9, 2022 at 11:19 AM

      "The guys dried their tears"...now you are becoming a great writer of fiction!!!
      Take care, one fo the guys. :)

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  2. DonnaApril 9, 2022 at 3:36 PM

    You are too funny Martha! 😂

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