Fridays are our hiking days. And often, our snake sighting days. A month ago, when we hiked Squaw Peak, we saw a little rattler who said hello and moved away. Two weeks ago, we climbed a peak, Huegh’s Canyon, John and Piper sat right above a rattler, a big fat daddy rattler who rattled out warning before striking. Literally, their ankles were three inches from his fat diamond shaped head. Cardio burst for the year! They were yelling and I was screaming out, Did you get bitten? Glory glory, Hallelujah, because we were an hour of butt sliding steep slopes from help. Needless to say, we counted our lucky stars and vowed to look under all rocks and also . . . Pretty nervous about any hiking at all. So you can understand, when our next hike, Mount Olympus, Alltrails reviews were full of snake sightings, and I mean EVERY SINGLE ONE talked about their rattle snake on the trail (up to four on the path) and the latest hiker reporting a fellow hiker with a “gnarly bite” on his le