At the beginning of this hike to Bell’s Canyon, our friend Mug saw the handcuffs on Talon’s belt (from work) and got excited.  Talon watched wordlessly as Mug snapped the first cuff on himself, and just as he was about to shackle his second wrist, Dallin asked, “Uhh Mug, are you sure Talon has the keys on him?” Turns out, Talon did not.  So Mug got the wear a cuff on one wrist for the entirety of the hike. I was laughing so hard I cried. 

This week I was headed to watch Dallin’s volleyball game when the brakes started acting up. They clicked loudly every time I released them. I immediately pulled over and texted the guys to ask if they knew  what was up. Mug met up with me and listened, guessing either the brake pads were worn or a bolt was loose. I didn’t drive the car till I took it into his shop a few days later, but of course the sound had stopped. Mug did some investigating and discovered a very dead mouse lodged in the area of the brake pad.  He had to scrape off the carcass, noting that it was so worn through from my drive here that that’s why the sound had stopped. Gross.