| Hmmm. I always thought we could
have gotten away with it if we had all just stuck to our story
that the bottle of Baileys had accidentally fallen out of my
pannier somewhere along the Galloping Goose Rail Trail. Being
late in the afternoon, Char had kindly volunteered to return
to Sooke to secure overnight accommodations for our tired cycling
group. The rest of us continued onward toward the trail's terminus
and happened across this tranquil spot... the Baileys we had
bought to be shared with everyone later that evening begged to
be drunk... including the portion formerly allotted to the kind-hearted,
but now absent, Charlotte. What were we thinking? (After a time,
Char forgave us.) Maybe. |
