Santa Fe Sans Shirt
The story behind these photos is best told by Kate, the slinky blonde in the photos below:
“Lynsey & I went hiking at Tent Rocks in Santa Fe last weekend, wearing our matching Whynatte shirts, of course. I had packed both of mine because I wear these things more often than I wear my own skin…! That meant I could lend one to her, as she was jonesing for one (for obvious reasons). Anyway, as we got towards the top of the 630 foot ascent, the sun came out and we got very hot. Lynsey took off her Whynatte shirt just as a brisk wind blew. The shirt went flying out of her hand, off a cliff, never to be seen again…so we thought. As we descended Tent Rocks an hour later, we came upon the shirt, blowing in the wind on a barren tree sprouting from the desert sand. A Parks Dept. arrow pointed to it, as if to tell all hikers/birds/dogs/wildlife who passed it, ‘DRINK WHYNATTE!’”
So there you have it. The moral of the story is twofold:
1) Brad Johnson is a terrible quarterback.
2) When you lose your shirt, have faith, because it may not be lost after all.
Here are the girls, both clad in their matching Whynatte shirts. This was prior to Lynsey’s shirt getting blown off the cliff:
While Lynsey searches for her lost shirt, Kate keeps a keen eye out for snakes and gypsies:
Lynsey looks out into the abyss, asking herself, “Where in the world is my Whynatte shirt?” If it had been my Whynatte shirt that went over the edge, I would have thrown myself off after it.
Kate warned Lynsey to use the restroom before they got to Tent Rocks:
Let’s go back to that part of the story that talks about how “Lynsey took off her shirt” and “we got things all hot and started wrestling in the tent.”
Much like that time my friend James told me that he’d caught a live cobra in his shed, and it turned out to be a ruse to lure me into a pit that he’d dug out and filled with yogurt in front of the entrance to the aforementioned shed, I thought that this story about the lost and found Whynatte shirt was equally fabricated.
Looks like I was wrong:
October 21st, 2008 at 1:02 pm
I’m seriously not sure if this whole “shirt on the tree” story is staged or not.
October 21st, 2008 at 3:08 pm
I swear it wasn’t… that is the amazing part! I thought for sure it was gone forever and I would have to do countless things to win Kate’s love back… but lucky for me it was hanging on this branch as we walked back down the mountain….
October 21st, 2008 at 6:22 pm
That fourth picture, where the whynatted lass is crawling out of the birth canal, is without equal.
Regards,
The Good Doctor
October 22nd, 2008 at 12:34 am
hahahah, there is something very birthlike about that fourth photo.
Majora, indeed.
October 23rd, 2008 at 11:11 am
There is nothing fabricated about my story. I may have left out the part where I nearly had a panic attack thinking I was -1 in the Whynatte shirt drawer…and spent the rest of the hike thinking of ways to finagle a new one from you, Jesse. But the story is true