Jenna McKnight

Have you ever sheltered through a hailstorm in the mountains with a skunk? If I put this in a book, you'd think it was made up, right? Wrong. The story of my first week of wedded bliss could be titled "How Not To Spend Your Honeymoon." My husband (still) has this thing about seeing what's over the next hill. Did you ever notice that what's over the next hill is another hill? And if you're not watching the sky, black clouds can roll right in, open up and toss out big icy chunks of hail, not those puny pea-sized balls. So there I am, on my honeymoon, trying to keep my cool, and the only protective covering was a small building on stilts. It seemed to be part of a ski lift operation. (Don't ask; I don't ski.) The skunk was there first, but to its credit, it shared without raising too much of a stink. (Sorry, couldn't resist.) People are always asking, "Where do you get your ideas?" Does my honeymoon give any clues??