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I’m Just Not That into Hiking
My fiancée loves hiking. I mean, she loves it like no other. We’re talking wants-to-hike-the-Appalachian-trail loves it. And more power to her. It’s an awesome way to connect with nature. She loves getting out there and identifying trees, plucking edible leaves and the like, letterboxing, all that great stuff. It’s her jam and I can tell every time we go out for a hike she’s as happy as a clam… you know… if clams were into hiking.
Where does that saying even come from, anyways? Hold on, I bet google can answer that.
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How about that. Turns out that’s only the first half of the phrase. The full thing is, “happy as a clam at high tide.” Obviously, some sort of fisherman’s saying or something. But it makes it make a lot more sense. Just a general description of a situation where a clam would clearly be very happy.
At any rate, I’m not like my fiancée. Don’t get me wrong, a hike is fine and I’m not a grouch about it when I go on one. That’s what my dad does and I’ve learned a lot about not being a sourpuss when other people are having fun by watching my dad’s thinly-veiled disinterest in group activities over the years.
But I’m not here to dunk on my loved ones. I’m here to tell you why I just can’t seem to get into hiking.
