Hey Bambi!

The grandest of canyons. The world cup is over is, hearts were made and broken and now it’s time to gather round the camp fire and listen to a story from Grandma Stacy. It will cheer the hearts of the losing team and add more joy to the victors. Now I am not even a mother yet, but I have imagined telling my family this story one day in the distant future so humor me and get your s’mores ready.
Back in high school, during a time of light acne, student council races and homecomings, I got to take a break from it all and backpacked with friends out west. We traveled from Colorado to California, kissed the sky while rock climbing and bathed in the rivers as we kayaked. One evening on a night before our big Grand Canyon hike, a few of my friends and I got separated from the group. Coincidentally we were going to a movie about hiking safety and the value of staying in contact with your trip leader. So we were not off to a great start. In a flash we were alone in the woods. 5 teens, 5 flashlights and Bambi. No sooner then you could say Spidey sense were we surrounded by deer. It was like the ultimate set up for a horror movie. Now all we need was Carmen Electra to run by screaming and it would have been the set up for a classic. The deer were intense. They did not blink. A few had horns and the others were equally strong in stature. My friends and I stood there in our soon to be tarnished sandals and waited and waited. It seemed like forever. Were the animals our friends? Were they telling us to get out of their home? Were they insulted by our lack of fashion sense and our neon fleece jackets? I had never felt so frozen but at the same time alive in all my life. But in an instance they were gone and we were back on the hunt for the others. I guess our sandals with socks fashion debacle were forgiven. One friend who always came up with classic lines such as