The internet is good for things like a snowball effect.
About 13 years ago there were some camping trips in Utah.
Yesterday my friend James posted some "old school" photos on his Facebook page and tagged me in them.
I looked at them, they opened a floodgate of memories; I commented.
My comments reminded James of something; he looked through his old files and wrote a blog post, The Rules of Camping. (Had a hard time picking my favorite - a toss-up between 3, 12, and 16. I wonder what would have happened if Hottie Abe had attended.)
I read it, laughed so hard I almost peed my pants; Hazel asked me if I was crying.
I remembered a picture of said camping trip, dug deep into storage boxes to retrieve it; scanned and post it here:
I love a good snowball.