06/02/09

Two days before leaving for Thailand.  Instead of packing, I go hiking at Great Falls with Gina.  We attempt the Billy Goat Trail, leading to a rocky, mud filled afternoon of danger.  I feel pretty good upon completing the trail (alive), and later tell Martin about our adventures over the phone.  I had seen a sign mentioning casualties on the trail, and made sure Martin knew that more than 100 Americans died every year on this most dangerous of East coast hikes.  He is incredulous, but I strongly assert my position of authority on things American.  I am, after all, teaching American Culture at a Thai university.  He has no substantial comeback.  Linan = win!!