If you shout that through clenched teeth, you might recreate the start of my day, 11 years ago, at Utah's Bryce Canyon. My dad, angry that it was beginning to rain, took out his fury on us kids. Because we had stayed up late the night before, watching some combination of cartoons, MTV, and Beanie Babies for sale on the shopping channel, we were at fault for the crummy weather. We drove from Ruby's Best Western Inn to the trailhead anyway, and the rain had stopped by the time we arrived.
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