All I caught was a clue

The Fishing trip got rejected when our trail was socked in by the clouds. We were supposed to hike to the far side of the lake and then up into the hill to get to the good fishing but when we got there the cloud ceiling was too low for us to make the trip. We decided to stay the night and see if it would clear up. In the morning it was worse so we bagged it.

There were no women within 200 miles so we had Phil tell us a bedtime story about the time [Carlos Hathcock] shot a VC sniper through his scope when all he could make out was a the glimmer off the lens. Johnny also agreed to show us his spider man dance entitled: "how spider man does it." What "it" is I'm not sure, maybe you can tell me. The good news is that Ty was so hungry on the way back through delta that he bought us all breakfast at the buffalo cafe.

The drive was really pretty even if we didn't get to hike. I wish I had taken some pictures of the rainbow mountains. They were beautiful, modestly clothed in clouds yet stunning in the distinct array of colors both of rock itself and the vegetation. We saw several moose including a big bull on the side of the road.

After getting back into town and watching the rain fall it hit me how lame it is that my jacket is just gone. I drove around the rest of the afternoon looking at shells in every shop I could think of. I stopped by prospector in tome to eat lunch with Tobi, which was nice, almost bought an OR Shell there. then went to woolly rhino and almost bought an arc'teryx shell. I was going to go to Sportsman's and then Beaver but I know what they have and by that time I was getting a little disillusioned with my search. It began to occur to me when I had [this] coat on that I identify myself too much by the clothes that I wear, as if they some how magically transfer their awesomeness to me. "The Alpha SV (the blue coat) is Designed for severe weather protection during epic climbs." Its really phony how people (LIKE/ESPECIALLY ME) buy thing to make other people think they're designed for severe weather and epic climbs, I'm a fat kid from the suburbs not some seven foot tall swedish guy who is just in town to "bag a few peaks and denz I goes baks to sveeden (go teem rugged)" Really who are we fooling? Am I cooler because my daddy bought me a shiny fast car? The only people who think so are kids and losers. I think I'm gonna buy some bottom of the line Helly Hansen jacket for like 50 bucks and just wear that for a shell.

How cool am I? Honestly? [about this cool]

I should save the good stuff for this stud: