Tough. I'm gonna tell one anyway.
As you may know (or not know, to be honest I really don't know your entire back story) Indiana Jones is the most famous and hard core adventurer in the entire world (who isn't a Hobbit).
Last weekend whilst I was hiking up a rocky face on the amazingly appropriately named Rocky Face Mountain, I came across the path of Mr. Indiana Jones.
So I followed him.
With a camera in my hand.
Crawling and scraping his way up the massive trunk to the level of the birdhouse, he started crawling along the wide sweeping branches. Despite the dizzying heights he pressed on, all recklessly macho like.
named debaere unnamed had already signed the log just minutes before him. Gah! Such disappoint! This was just like that time when he got away from that guy with the artifact by being clever on a train, only to have it taken away by the constabulary and kicking off what would become the story arc for the Last Crusade (if you see where I am going with this...)
Yeah, its exactly like that time, except no trains, fewer Nazi's, and we won't find the Holy Grail in this story. We will, however, get to learn a valuable lesson. Which is this:
All is fair in love, and First To Find races.
"Nuts to this!" Indy exclaimed, then rode off in the sunset in an airplane that conveniently came by to pick him up. Last I heard he hung up his fedora and became a professor of archeology at Marshall College in Bedford Connecticut.
Somehow, I suspect, we haven't quite seen the last adventure of Indiana Jones just yet.
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