Me: "Hey, would you like a donut for breakfast?"
The Accomplice: "Sure!"
Me: "OK!"
A couple of hours later, we were atop Pikes Peak, snuffling world-famous Pikes Peak donuts. You gotta adapt, improvise, and overcome.
Ceremony of the Holey Donut. If you stand just so, so the sunlight through the donut hole strikes The Sepulcher of the Blessed Yellow Rock Marmot, then spring will come early. Sadly, the Blessed Yellow Rock Marmot, deeply disturbed by the lack of snow and excessively warm temps, had decamped for the Yukon.
