All we had really wanted to do was go on a hike. The hike was great, don’t get me wrong, but sore muscles aren’t.

We were almost done when we spotted a large log over a small stream.

Kate had dared Maylee to walk across it. She was a retired state gymnast, so we all figured she would do it. And just like we thought, Maylee made it over, like a ibex on a mountain.

She then dared me to go over. I do horsey stuff for a living (if I explained, we would be here all day), so she figured I would have the balance to do it. The only catch is I’m clumsy.

But a dares a dare. So against whatever I thought and my friends belief I would be fine, I made it over.

At this point, everyone had to try it. Jaylee first, (we call her and Maylee and her the Aylees) then Kate, and then finally Anna.

I of course then had the great idea to ask some poor old hiker to take a photo of us all sitting on the log.

It turned out great. To anyone else, it would sound stupid. And maybe it is.

But moments like these are the ones I will never forget.