Some years back, BA and I were on a trip in Scotland. It was a small tour with a lot of day hikes as part of the trip. Peter was our main guide and a patient and knowledgeable leader. The weather was Scottish, more often than not it was cool and cloudy, and with quite a bit of rain.
We had a good trip despite the weather, with only one hike canceled due to unsafe conditions. Owing the to cloud cover, very often Peter would be orienting the group to our surroundings and would say “If you could see it, over here is. . .”. By the end of the trip, I was finding this line very funny through both its repetition and the obvious nature of the circumstances. I’d start giggling when he would say yet again “and if the clouds weren’t in the way”. I don’t think he knew what to make of this. I wasn’t laughing at him, I was appreciating the situation.
It was a beautiful trip, I enjoyed the hikes, and sometime I’d love to go back and actually see the mountains we hiked. And Peter, just so you don’t feel bad, it happens here in sunny Colorado–this was the view this morning, followed by what it often looks like: