A couple months ago, my son stayed over for the night. The next day we went for a hike. There are a few beautiful hikes where I live. One is along the Hudson River, so close that you can hear it lapping up against the shoreline. Another is along the Old Croton Aqueduct trail. A former aqueduct that used to carry water from the Croton Aqueduct to New York City is now a spectacular wooded path following the same 26.2 mile route. So we had a couple options for hikes that I knew well.

Did I choose one of those? Noooo. I had the bright idea of going somewhere where the two of us had never been. Near Bear Mountain. We got lost. Waze’s fault, not mine (of course). So we tried Plan B, but the road leading up to the trailhead was closed. By this time it was around 3 pm and the sun set about 5:45 or 6pm. On the way back towards home we spotted a trailhead and parking lot around a small lake. The time was now 3:30. “Ahh hah,” I said. We parked. We looked at the trail map. I said, “Got it. The red trail to the yellow trail and then we head back to the beginning along the blue trail. About 3 miles. Shouldn’t take more than an hour, so we should be back around 4:30, plenty of time before sundown.” Man plans, God laughs. We started off on the red trail, straight uphill. My son was bounding along the rocks hopping over the tree limbs and then would wait patiently for me to catch up. I would reach him trying hard to disguise how heavily I was panting, and then we’d continue. Next the yellow trail, exactly where we suspected it would be. So we continued along it until we found the blue trail. But we never found the blue trail, so we kept going certain it would be right around the next corner. 4 pm came and went. And then the yellow trail ended in a clearing and we had no idea where we were. Oh, and it was now 5pm. And getting darker. And colder. So I pulled out my phone and called 9-1-1. They in turn called the park rangers who told us in no uncertain terms to stand there and don’t move. They said they’d be sending a guy up in an all-terrain vehicle to pick us up and drive us back to the lot. That took until 6:15, in total darkness, and we were both freezing cold. I asked the park ranger what happened to the blue trail sign. He said, “Oh, that’s off to the left of the trail and downhill so a lot of people miss it.” I asked him how many stranded hikers he had to save each year and he said, “About 5 or 6 per week.” Now I’m thinking, “So why don’t you change the freakin’ sign????” But we needed his help to get down the trail so I wisely kept my mouth shut. And did I mention a monster snowstorm was headed to the east coast that night?

I told this story to John and we immediately got this week’s first comic out of it. And rest assured, Al and Joanne eventually make it back safely. We just ran out of frames.

The other comic is about a phrase a lot of young working people use now: Quiet Quitting. Nice alliteration, no? You don’t actually quit your job, you just come in late and leave early and do the least amount of work possible. John related that to a union work slowdown. I related it to the last 40 years of my career.

That’s it for this week. A huge shout out to all our faithful fans and readers. We surpassed 1.1 million viewers who interacted with us on Facebook last month and over 26,000 to our website. Keep spreading the word. Have a great weekend and know that we couldn't do this without you,

Andy and John.