Shit house luck at Twin Falls!

TRULY! Shit house luck.

Shit house luck.... I remember the evening I first heard the term. It came from the lips of a sweet lady I was planning on shooting pool with. She pulled up in her car, spotted the only parking spot on a crowded street, and proclaimed it Shit House Luck. I was a bit stunned, so I Googled the term and found out the likely source was the pleasant surprise someone had on a long hike when they had an urgent call from Mother Nature and suddenly spotted an out house.

Well on June 24 I was returning for a second, next-day hike at Twin Falls with two female hiking companions. We left the freeway and headed for the trail head in the late morning, and there was already a quarter-mile walk from the front of the line of cars along the road to the main parking area. I drove in planning to drop off my friends, and they asked me to wait while they used the bathroom. I didn't want to wait, but just then some folks whose car was parked right by the restroom returned to their vehicle from their hike. There I was, about to claim the premium parking spot for the day, and right beside the restroom, no less. Is that shit house luck, or what? I didn't need a bathroom, but I sure didn't want to leave my car baking in the sun a quarter mile from the trailhead. Thank you, Jesus, for that shit house luck!

Like yesterday, the hike was tiring. But I met a soul mate along the trail--a young bald woman who was hiking after chemotherapy for breast cancer. We high-fived each other for our common experience.

Here's a photo of me with my friend, Larisa, with a view of  the major waterfall along the hike:

And here's a video of that waterfall:
https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B6QZXqWxOZgwbTBuVmFnWHBJR3M

Today's stats:

Distance: 2.6 miles (4 km)
Elevation gain: 500 feet

Load: 14 pounds
Total distance for the year: 169.28 km
Total elevation gain for the year: 6,360 feet