The great sock caper

Nope, a sock caper is not a bird or a nickname we have given to a bird. Chris, as we know from previous writings, packs light, is super organized, is ridiculously neat, and prepares for these adventures with the appropriate high tech clothing that drys quickly, which includes socks. Smart Wool brand socks are her favorite - they wash and dry incredibly fast and are light and comfy in hot climates even though they are wool. Of course she has tried coercion and convincing tactics to get Mike to try them, at least for trips, but he wants no part of them and wriggles and squirms just trying them on. He sticks with heavy cotton socks which take several days to dry, and Chris just rolls her eyes. 

Upon returning to our room tonight after a jovial dinner (we purchased some coconut vodka duty free at LAX all to Mike's credit), Chris sees a pair of her special socks on the floor in a ball. As Chris almost never ever leaves her things like this, she assumes Mike has done it and inquires as to the sock situation. "Yeah," Mike says, "I got them off the heated drying rack and wore them."  

Of course Mike takes no blame and tells Chris, "that's what you get for making me wear socks that look like yours" - he has at least come around to wearing the Billibong brand low cut ones which do look slightly similar.  We engaged in a good outburst of laughter to end of a great day of birding if ever there was one. No photographic evidence (as Chris was quick to wash and hang again to dry before she realized it warranted a blog entry).  

My comfy feet ensconced now in my hammock before bed . . . . . . . .