I awoke Sunday morning with the best of intentions - finishing a few tattoos, go out later that night, get a few drinks in me and maybe, just maybe get to go on a little unexpected adventure with a girl or something or other [fat chance].

It started pouring the devils black piss at around 10AM. There goes all my plans out the window. Some of my buddies called to cancel their sessions because of the weather, that took care of that. The skies were black, no sunlight in sight and if being cold and dreary wasn't enough, there was so much rain that you cant see past a hundred meters out my window.

I didn't blame anyone who didn't want to be out driving at that moment.

That's when Alex swung by [albeit a few hours later and the rain had slowed to a seasonal shower] with his brand new [pre-owned] jeep Cherokee. we tackled a few off-road trails filled with ankle-deep watering holes, boulders, fallen trees and grassy meadows.

For hours.

As a finale, Alex decided to take me to Split Rock, made it to the deeper, darker part of the woods and took a side trail that emerges out the other side of the darkness and into civilization. I had absolutely no idea where I was the entire time and Goddamn Split Rock road is fucking scary as shit at night.

Returned home 9 hours later with the biggest smile on my face.