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Now That’s Steep

Cow's faceA friend from Oklahoma said, at the end of a daylong hike, “I have wore myself slick.”

I had too. I thought how grateful I am to inherit useful expressions like that, often from old ranchers like Jan’s infamous Uncle Clyde. “Raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock.”  “Hotter than a June bride in a feather bed.”

My favorite Uncle Clydeism, though, is “Steeper than a cow’s face.” Right. On hikes like that I have wore myself slick.