I'm hiking with some of my family, and I'm kind of the leader, the experienced one showing the way. We're following a trail down a hill over some large broken rocks a foot or so in diameter. I point out to everyone behind and above me to be careful not to knock rocks down on those in front, which seems a little self-serving, since I am going first.

We reach our destination, a pool at a bend in a river. We stop for lunch, and I realize that I have forgotten to bring food or water, and I'm thirsty. I scold myself about that. Mom has brought some food for everyone, and Keta made some nachos, each chip individually piled with accessories. I try to eat one of these nachos, but all the good stuff slips off the chip and falls on the ground. Keta sees it sitting there and I say "see, that's what happens", as one might say when one's toast falls on the floor with the butter side down.