On our first full day in Yubeng Village we set out on our hike to the Mystic Waterfall. Spring told us that pilgrims often sing while making their way down the trail so Roy, Percy, and I each crooned the first thing that came to mind. Sadly, the first thing that popped into my mind was,"You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin when the dealins done."
Yes, the first thing I thought of was Kenny Rodgers. And I don't really like Kenny Rodgers. Seven years ago I was stuck in a blizzard on the most precarious road in Colorado with my friend Shelly Lee. She found comfort in Kenny and she was driving so I was subject to seven hours of the Gambler, Endless Love, I Will Always Love You, and Lady on a continuous loop. At least she spared me Elvira. Ever since I've gone out of my way to avoid anything associated with Kenny Rodgers, including his restaurant chain and the Seinfeld episode about his restaurant chain. And yet, he still managed to pop in to my subconscious in the very least likely place on earth. Bastard.
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