Perhaps the best thing that I could have overheard when I went to pick up Hannah from her 8-Week group today:

Dad to (I’m guessing at the age here) 10yo Daughter: “Wait, you went down what trail? Corona what?”

Daugther: “Corona Highway. And then we went -”  

Dad interrupts: “Corona Highway? Are you sure?” He’s looking at the trail map, flipping it around, really studying it. “Yeah, that’s not on here. That’s not even a trail.”

Daughter, as she rolls her eyes and looks at her instructor: “Of course it’s not Dad.”

And for those of you who aren’t familiar with it, Corona Highway is one of those hidden stashes, one of those places that you can find if you color a bit outside of the trail lines and explore the mountain from boundary line to boundary line.

It’s not always best to color inside the lines. 

Raise ‘em Jay.