So with Le Mom and Mrs. Fish visiting last Friday, I decided they should take me on a hike since this blog hasn't seen one in a while (and that's kind of the point). I have only been to the Virginia side of Great Falls, so I thought I'd bring Mom and Dara to the Maryland side of the park, and guess what? That's where the Billy Goat Trail is. And guess what? The Billy Goat Trail is way hard. It's just rocks. With some blue paint on some rocks. Beckoning you to get closer to the edge and fall off. When we passed a sign that said "Danger: People Die Here" and had only the Falls to our right, I pulled the plug and turned us back. I wouldn't wish the Billy Goat Trail on my worst enemies. And it was certainly a little too intense for me.
Me. Le Mom. Mrs. Fish.
C&O Canal Towpath
As soon as it said "jumps across open areas" Mrs. Fish and I were like, No.
Here lies Billy.
He fell into the water trying to jump across open areas.
Then, since I'm pretty sure my luck is hereditary, our car broke down. Kind of. Pulling out of the parking spot, Claudia's finely tuned ears heard something dragging under our car. She pulled back in and slid underneath to find the air dam hanging off of the undercarriage. These are all car words I'm unfamiliar with - so apologies if I'm using them incorrectly. Claudia, being a super-badass-mom, slid under the car with some borrowed pliers (on loan from the man in the car next to us, who did NOT offer to aid three stranded ladies), ripped off the rest of the air dam and got us to the nearest Ford dealership...because Said Man told us the car would explode (or overheat, whatever) without the particular part we just ripped off. Thanks guy. Your commentary was priceless and actually, completely incorrect. Once Mom saved the day, I returned the pliers. And smiling, I told Said Man, "Thank you, sir. Be sure you check out the Billy Goat Trail."