Moma taught me to share...

So... Kathryn and I just spend 3 days in at Lake O'Hara. arguably some of the best scenery in the world... arguably because anyone who disputes it, probably hasn't been to Lake O'hara. Simply put, Lake O'Hara is amazing and beautiful and boasts the best hikes I have ever done. Only in Lake O'Hara will I actually hike for Ten minutes and, having not had a view that made me stop and proclaim the beauty of the region, declare that trail is officially the worst around and that I'm bored of it. (this is when I realized that I was spoiled with all the other hikes Kathryn and I did this weekend)

onwards to the point of the story.

At the end of 3 magnificent days of hiking in the region, Kathryn decided to treat herself to something nice from the one store that operates at Lake O'Hara by purchasing a ginger ale. The idea of a soothing, cool and refreshing ginger ale is quite appealing after 3 days in the region.

She decided to drink it by the lake as we waited for the bus to take us out of the area. (Lake O'Hara is 11km into the backcountry, only accessible by hiking in or with this shuttle service, and only 75 people/day are permitted on the bus.) as we waited, I waded into the frigid waters as she drank her drink. Once I came out another hiker started asking me questions about hikes in the area looking for advice on where to go on his next grand adventure.

After passing on my limited knowledge of hiking in the area (this took a little while) I re-joined Kathryn, who was enjoying the views. She had left her backpack and her ginger ale on a rock and proceeded to sit about 25m away??? I was confused, but looked at the ginger ale, and seeing that it had about 1/3 left in it, I thought she was a darling for sharing her drink with me.

When I sat next to her, she asked if I had taken the chocolate from the pack. Kathryn likes her chocolate and I don't usually steal her chocolate, so I was surprised when she told me that she had to walk away from the pack and the chocolate in order to save some for me.

I still sat next to her for a bit and proceeded to finish off the ginger ale.

When I was tilting my head back, trying to get the last of the drink to drip onto my lips, Kathryn looked at me with disgust that I had drank all of her ginger ale! I thought I did something wrong, but I thought she had left it for me!

No, she hadn't. She left it because there was a fly in it.

Well, I've heard we are supposed to start including more insects in our diet... . . .