Hiking + Rain = Really Awesome Photos, But Also a Broken Phone

I have been so focused with Summer and Freedom gracefully welcoming me into their arms that I have forgotten about moody Weather just waiting for the chance to come and ruin all of our fun. But I was not having it--I was sick of rain and so my friend, Sam, and I decided to go hiking out at Chickies Rock in Lancaster.

It has been cloudy and muggy all day, but for once I think the rain is going to hold off. Wrong. Of course Weather was kind enough to wait until we were about a quarter of the way into the hike, baiting me, because she knew I wouldn't give up so easily. And I didn't. Sam and I proceeded to clamber around on rocks that were a little slippery and I proceeded to have an afternoon that would be ranked high on the Really Really Fun Things I Do With My Friends list, ranking only a few slots under muddy trail  running with my boyfriend (also in the rain).

Also, this whole time I have been taking pictures not really too concerned because I am then putting the phone in my dry, safe shorts pocket. Until I realized that my pants pocket isn't dry or safe any longer. In fact we are both completely soaked. Yet, concern eludes me like the name of that song you heard in the car and is just on the tip of your tongue, but then you just shrug and keep living your life believing that the answer is going to magically smack you upside the head later in the day.

Believe me concern was smashing my head into a wall later in the afternoon when I am driving home to get ready for work and my phone is permanently frozen on this colorful reboot screen. So of course I take it to the Verizon store in hopes that they will be able to revive my drowned companion. I couldn't be that lucky.

The sales associate looked at me, looked at the phone, saw this red dot (which apparently is the K.O. sign for phones), and hands me a insurance card and circles the 1-800 number. "Make sure that when you call you tell them that it suffered water damage... a lot of it."

I barely contained my rage as I looked at him, my phone, and the number, How in the Holy Name of God was I supposed to call the number, when my phone was laying there brain dead?  I then see the website address and proceed to just leave the store, resigned to the fact that I am going to have to figure this out after work. Which I did. In a very angry and argumentative manner as Sam tried to figure out what was wrong over the internet. Internet tech support is not always a good thing.

Taking Photos in the rain. Smart.

The moral of this ridiculously drawn out story? That not having a phone, aside from the paranoia of "what am I going to do if something happens to me" or the stress of "my boyfriend is probably wondering if I am okay," is actually was really nice. If you want to disconnect from it for a night. So if you are ever in need of a nice, semi stressed, night just dump a bunch of water on your phone. You will be glad you did.