Yesterday the weather was nice and I wanted to get out and do something. I had appointments in the afternoon so we were somewhat limited but I told the soldier I wanted to get out and around the way we did when we were kids. He was always able to take me somewhere interesting (or vice versa) so next thing you know we are on the bikes. Bicycles that is and we took off to the park on the trail.

We spun around the park for awhile and then he asked me to make a u-turn on the path.  I turned and went back to a trail he’d seen jutting off the bike path. It looked like something kids might walk on but in whatever case we turned off onto this thing on our bikes and it did not take long for the path to become treacherous.

It was definitely not intended for bikes as there were spikes sticking up about 6″ from the ground where plants or trees or bamboo or whatever it was had been snapped off. This meant you had to dodge these not only with your tires but with your (in my case) sandal clad feet!  The further back into the brush we went, the thicker it got and the next thing you know we were in the middle of nowhere.

Not nowhere but yes, nowhere. The brush and spiky sticks shot up over out heads and we were surrounded. I thought of the soldier and his land navigation skills. Hmm.  The sticks were at most 2-3″ apart so we either had to go back the way we came which was awful… or go forward and you know we weren’t going back.

“Should I knock it down?” the soldier asked, meaning he would just power through it on a his bike cutting a path in the process.

But I was in front so I said, “I’ll do it.”

I got on my bike and rode right into a wall of sticks immediately coming to a hard stop then tipping over causing us both to laugh like hell. “See how you are?” I said. “You manage to find the jungle no matter what.”

We wound up threading our bikes through this crap on foot. We headed down into a marsh (luckily the water down there was not smelling and stagnant; otherwise I’d have had a fit putting my feet in it like some kind of finicky cat that I am.

Once through the wilderness, dragging our bikes which were heavy at this point, we were greeted with a steep hill we had to climb to get back on the bike path. The soldier scrambled up while I bitched my way up because I had on those sandals you know. Stickers!

Not real stickers, just itchy stuff but I said I had stickers in my feet so he would have to apologize for putting me through such a thing… like when he had me stay in the barracks and I had to pee in the sink so as not to go into a “latrine”.

See, you can’t go into a latrine if you have Libra, it’s a rule.

If you run with people who have strong Jupiters you have adventures.  This is also a rule.

What are some other rules of astrology?