Yes, I was feeling quite accomplished.
Until I could NOT get one of the connectors apart to put it away... struggling, pulling with all my strength, digging out the pliers.
A good 10 minutes, sweat pouring off me. Nothing.
So I did what any woman alone in this kind of predicament would do...I flagged down the first pickup truck that came by.
In it was a nice young man who works for the forest service, who also struggled mightily to get this connection apart and had to get his own pliers.
But, he was eventually successful, quickly determined what the problem was and, of course, as quickly fixed it.
He asked where we were headed, and we chatted a bit, and of course I told him about HistoriCorps and gave him a brochure and business card.
Sometimes you beat back the dragon, sometimes you give up and find a knight.
And, I’m okay with that.