Ok, this one’s entirely on me.
The last dumb adventure me and my husband took was a joint effort. We wanted a specific generator and I maybe nudged him into taking an 8 hour drive on a work night to go get one.
This dumb adventure is 100% my fault.
The prize is two battered sections of home made rock climbing wall.
The total drive is 3 hours and 15 minutes. In an ice storm. In the dark. On a work night. To add to the not fun, the boards were half buried in 2 feet of snow, about 150 feet from a road. And they were heavy. Very heavy.
My husband informed me this would be the last time he participated in my crazy schemes.
But we made it back alive and the wall is home with us and so my manic joy will not be diminished.