I remember on one of our vacations, we went to black canyon of the gunnison (colorado?). Now the canyon itself is absolutely gorgeous and picture worthy, but there was a museum nearby that we went on a tour with that revolved around a nearby historical ranch of some kind. This tour went outside, and being the hot summer day it was, I was not as well hydrated as I would have liked to have been. Well, after going to this one place where this lady went at length about the history of the W letter hoisted onto the side of the mountain, then to another building where she talked at length of the anorexic bride and her 42 lbs wedding headdress (erp), a victorian era coat made of dog skin (eww) then we went back to the mountain with a W on it. She then proceeded to elaborate at length (about 30 minutes worth, in case we didn't hear enough of it already earlier) about this stupid f*cking W in the side of the stupid f*cking mountain (as you can tell, I'm feeling particularly "sentimental" about this experience). I was THIS close to passing out from dehydration and it seemed like no one around me was noticing. When we got inside I just about collapsed at the water fountain. Thankfully I was able to reserve melting down until we got to the camper, but barely.