Lemons: Day 6

Today, myself and a couple work friends drove north into Wisconsin for a nice 6 mile hike. It was overcast, warm, and humid, which made for a great test on my lemon pits. I lathered up with a couple wedges before I left, and brought a lemon along just in case it got super gnarly. The hike was warm, and surprisingly beautiful. I’m not sure what I expected of WI, but it was much prettier than I imagined. If you are ever up that way, the Scuppernong trail near Eagle, WI is worth a visit. After the hike, we tossed a football around, chest bumped, etc. Once we were about to settle back into the car, I performed a quick smell test. I mean, I was sweating, so its not going to turn up roses, but the smell was rather “meh.” My hiking companions were aware of my ‘unorthodox’ 7 day trial. One of them volunteered to sample a waft from a safe, yet exposed distance (unprompted too, I guess a little curious for himself). He stated he smelled nothing offensive. I stressed the importance of honesty, in the name of posterity (See The Princess Bride scene - Pit of Despair), and he was adamant of my odor neutrality. For me, if the lemons can stand up to a balmy hike in the summer, they can stand up to anything. The drive back was comfortable (changed shirts) and no complaints from the homies. The conversion seems complete.