Me and my best friend hiked out to our local hang gliding ramp. Nobody flying that day, the wind was really up. So we just sat out on the rocks beside the ramp taking in the clear view of the valley. My friend was sitting up in front of me hanging his legs over and looking down the side of the mountain. After a few minutes of enjoying the beautiful day I hear my friend hock and spit. Sounded pretty juicy. I was looking off to the left at a passing cloud when I heard this, quickly followed by,"Whoa!" I turned to see what happened and caught a faceful of spit. The wind was so strong it pitched my buddy's loogy (prob spelled wrong), back at him. He was quick enough to dodge it, I was not. *Dry heave*