Typically, I travel armed with adequate digital devices to create wildly entertaining, multimedia content to this internet-based global humor travel tales website; only that I was capable of such a Herculean feat.
As this was going to be a quick, one-night trek to Portland to offer my mere modicum of fan appreciation to the highly successful U.S. Women’s National Soccer Team, while they were touring the country on their Fan Tribute Tour, I opted to leave at home my usual conglomeration of laptop computer, netbook, and iPad, with their appurtenant cables, chargers, mice, etc .
I knew that would preclude my ability to provide my anxiously anticipated (mostly by me) insightful, witty blog posts to the world wide web.
Not willing to go 100% cold turkey (exactly where does that expression even come from?) I did take my Blackberry; otherwise known as my Grandpaberry, according to Number One Daughter.
While posting to this site using this somewhat antiquated piece of mobile electronics is technically feasible, it is kind of like doing in-depth fantasy football statistical projections on an abacus.
On the other hand, some people have no such difficulties, like the guy who was stranded in deep blowing snow on Mount Hood. While I was working my way around Portland from coffee shop to microbrewery to food truck, this guy was stuck in the deep snow, up on nearby Mount Hood.
Armed with only his smart phone (not likely a Blackberry), after he made a phone call to place a rescue request, he began posting Facebook updates, admitting to family and friends as to his precarious predicament, figuring he would be outed anyway, as soon as the search and rescue event hit the evening news.
"Got stuck in a storm on the summit of Mt. Hood. Stuck on cliffs over 10,000′ in a white out. Called 911 after several hours of trying to self rescue. Search and rescue has been notified. Wish me luck!"
He also posted his location as,
"right on the edge of some gnarly cliff.
You think that was terrifying? Try being a travel humor blogger.
I’m right on the edge every time the wife-person asks me why in the hell am I wasting my time doing this in the first place?
Did the guy stuck on Mount Hood post wildly entertaining, multimedia content to an internet-based global humor travel tales website?
See, not so easy, eh?
