Our Sunday Adventure

Sunday morning Chris and I decided to go on a little fishing trip. North of us in a large national park, and there are a few lakes there that you can fish. 

Note that we had never been there, but we had heard about it. 

We found lots of agricultural fields along the way. 

We found pretty canopies of trees.

 But still no lake. 

We began to feel a little lost and definitely in the country. One good sign you're in the country is when the road signs are more descriptive than anything else. 

Herring Hill and Riverbluff. 

But we continued on. The forest was very pretty and a nice scenery change from the city.

Then we stumbled on the Mississippi River. Been there, done that, but we couldn't fish there, so we continued driving.

And driving and driving. We finally pulled into a parking lot, and decided to hike down a little trail. 

Look! A lake!!

We really didn't feel like hiking back to the car to come back and fish, so we just took in the scenery and enjoyed it.

We continued our drive, and found another spot that had a wildlife rehabilitation area, and this guy. I hope he gets well soon.

We also found a boat dock and another fishing lake. But we decided that our fishing trip had turned into a Sunday adventure, and they was just fine with us.

Maybe we'll strike out in a different direction next week, and see what we can find!

Evidence of a dog

We have some strange red formations in our backyard. 

I think they belong to her. 

"Ma-omm, did you get me lickin my nose? Now I'm embarrassed."

"It's okay, Grace. Show me your old lady white hair spot."

"I don't know what you're talking about mom." 

"I just chew on my stick. I love it."

"But sometimes it rolls away."

"And then I'm sad."

"Oh, Grace. It's okay. Show me your smile."

For Your Monday

Have you ever had someone say to you, "I just don't like cats"? 

My response: "You're an idiot." 

Enjoy your Monday!

Some Answers

So after my Car Wash Incident, I have a follow-up report to answer your questions. 

1. My little gas-cap door survived
2. My eye ball survived
3. The photo was copied from another web site. I would never have risked my camera in that situation.
4. My back seat survived after a good washing to remove all the soap/goo

My pride may not have survived. 

The Car Wash Incident

 

 

Yesterday I washed my car in one of those drive-through, automatic car washes. I had just gotten gas, and I selected to add in a car wash. 

I pulled into the car wash, and about the time the pre-soak mister started, I noticed my gas cap door was open. I was pretty sure that the force of the car wash might break off the entire door, and so I fretted. 

I decided that I would have to close it. 

I climbed from the driver's seat into the backseat and got my barrings. I watched the mister as it rounded the car, and when the sprayer was on the complete opposite side of the car, I threw open the back door, reached my hand out and slammed the little door shut. 

Whew! So exciting. 

I climbed back into the driver's seat and just as I was fixing the seat settings again, I heard the door pop back open as the sprayer blasted it with water. 

"What in the world," I thought. My gas cap door has a lock on it, and I've never had this problem before.

I couldn't stand the thought of my little door being ripped off, so I crawled in the backseat again.

I eyed the sprayer, and when it was completely on the opposite side of the car, I threw the door open, reached my hand out and slammed the door shut again. But it didn't close all the way. 

I realized that since I had forgotten to close the little door after I filled the tank that the car had automatically locked the door when I drove to the car wash. However, the lock was now stuck out and inhibiting the door from closing. 

 

"So there's really nothing I can..."

BAM

Sprayed in the face with the soapy cycle of the car wash. 

 

Yellow, pink and blue goo in my face, in my hair and all over my clothes. 

I had been contemplating all of this with the door still open and my hand out. 

One of the holes in the sprayer was exactly at eye level, and I had a ton of chemical goo in my eye. 

"What if I lose my eye in a car wash incident," I thought. 

Thankfully the little voice in my head screamed, "SHUT THE DOOR, STUPID." 

I found myself covered in soapy goo in the backseat of my car as the wash ended. There was really nothing else to do other than crawl up in the front seat, grab the baby wipes from my glove box and try to salvage the health of my eye. My clothes and hair were already too far gone. 

 

So don't open your door in a car wash. It's never going to turn out well. 

Three is a crowd

This big guy showed up the other day on our hummingbird feeder.

He's actually a butterfly, right? The biggest I've ever seen.

And then, this lady showed up.

And then they drank together.

But were still a little unsure of each other.

And then this terrible little guy showed up. 

The little lady had to fly up top, but the other two stuck to it. 

So here's proof that three really is a crowd.

Did I mention Chris fell through the balcony?

Yep. Chris fell through the balcony. Well a board of the balcony. Thankfully he wasn't hurt. 

Here's the family in the kitchen, and the beginning of a series of photos I call, "And then Allison stuck her tongue out."

And to clear your mind of that episode, I leave you with the last, and I think best, photos from our trip. 

Mountain Men

The mountain air got to Chris and Jack, and they spent several of their days with Nature. 

One day Chris got up and went fishing here.

And Jack and he went hiking here. Note the very official hiking stick. These men were serious.

They even ate some wild raspberries, and thankfully didn't hallucinate...that we know of.

They hiked up to Williams Lake at 11,040 feet.

Then if that wasn't enough, they went fishing the next day.

What you ask did mom and I do?

Got massages, slept in, hung out and ate.

Our favorite things!