So it's a picture perfect day in the Ouachita National Forest. The clouds are hanging down in the rolling wooded mountains of southeastern Oklahoma. (Oklahoma does have mountains for any of you questioning that statement). I've been wanting to go down to see it for myself and so I did this weekend with my brave boyfriend. Not brave because he went hiking in the mountains, but brave because he went hiking with me.
I like to think of myself as a tougher than nails adventurer, but I continue to prove to myself and everyone else, nothing could be further from the truth.
Picture this... we're hiking, it's a little buggy, we've seen a few spiders, I've had a few panic attacks, Rob refrained from hitting me or throwing me off the mountain... but we've made it about 2.5 hours into the hike when we stop to for a drink. When he takes the bottle out of my backpack I'm carrying, I turn around and scream in a way that alerted hikers across the Arkansas state line of what I saw perched on Rob's shoulder. He looked at me with a questioning look with no idea that a giant 7 inch spider was about to eat his head as far as I was concerned. So what did I do... turned and ran in the other direciton. Full sprint, screaming, backpack flying open with no thought of telling Rob about the giant spider, getting it off him, just getting far enough away so that the spider wouldn't get a good look at me.
After chasing me down, and confirming that it was not in fact a giant cougar or black bear that caused the ear drum-crushing scream... I stopped when I saw the spider was gone, and then apologized for leaving him to die.
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