Damn, Damn, Double-Dog Damn
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"I'm doing good! Are you folks enjoying your stay?"
"Yes we are. What a wonderful place you have here," Mom said, leisurely playing with the tea bag in her cup.
Stacy sighed. "I wish you folks had been here just a few days ago. The days were hot, the nights were clear. . . " her voice trailed off. "You should see the stars from here. It looks like they're close enough you could reach out and touch them."
"We seem to be storm bringers," I said. "The rain follows us. I suppose we could make a tidy income by visiting drought stricken areas."
"I think you're on to something," Stacy said. "So, did you guys get to go out for a ride? Explore the area a bit like you planned?"
We spent the next 10 minutes regaling Stacy with our encounter with bears and hikers and muddy roads. Mom had to keep correcting me on little details. Like the fact that I didn't stare the bear into submission, there were no UFOs, and I didn't have to fend off an attack by cloned hordes of Nordic warriors. Pffftttt! Minor details.
"Oh my God!" Stacy said when we recounted the people jumping out of their cars to take a close-up picture of the grizzly. "People amaze me sometimes. What were they thinking?"
"I'm betting not much other than 'Hey! I'm pretty sure that wild animal six times my size full of teeth and claw wouldn't mind if I got really close and took a picture."
"You’re probably right." She shook her head. "You know," she said, leaning close as if she were sharing a secret. "We had a similar thing happen here last summer with a couple from," she paused to think, "Germany? Is that right? Germany? Austria? Sweden?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Doesn't matter I guess. From somewhere in that part of the world. Anyway, we had this cougar hanging around the Lodge. . . "
Damn. Damn damn double-dog damn.
See, I'd known about the cougar because I'd spent quite a bit of time at Hidden Valley’s website where they just happened to have over 9000 pictures of a HUGE mountain lion taking afternoon high-balls on the deck. And below the deck. And in the parking lot. And by the front door. And there may have been one of the cougar and the staff in a group picture, all hamming it up and making silly faces and sticking fingers in each other's ears but I may be confusing that with our family photo.
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*** the journey continues ***
"I'm doing good! Are you folks enjoying your stay?"
"Yes we are. What a wonderful place you have here," Mom said, leisurely playing with the tea bag in her cup.
Stacy sighed. "I wish you folks had been here just a few days ago. The days were hot, the nights were clear. . . " her voice trailed off. "You should see the stars from here. It looks like they're close enough you could reach out and touch them."
"We seem to be storm bringers," I said. "The rain follows us. I suppose we could make a tidy income by visiting drought stricken areas."
"I think you're on to something," Stacy said. "So, did you guys get to go out for a ride? Explore the area a bit like you planned?"
We spent the next 10 minutes regaling Stacy with our encounter with bears and hikers and muddy roads. Mom had to keep correcting me on little details. Like the fact that I didn't stare the bear into submission, there were no UFOs, and I didn't have to fend off an attack by cloned hordes of Nordic warriors. Pffftttt! Minor details.
"Oh my God!" Stacy said when we recounted the people jumping out of their cars to take a close-up picture of the grizzly. "People amaze me sometimes. What were they thinking?"
"I'm betting not much other than 'Hey! I'm pretty sure that wild animal six times my size full of teeth and claw wouldn't mind if I got really close and took a picture."
"You’re probably right." She shook her head. "You know," she said, leaning close as if she were sharing a secret. "We had a similar thing happen here last summer with a couple from," she paused to think, "Germany? Is that right? Germany? Austria? Sweden?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Doesn't matter I guess. From somewhere in that part of the world. Anyway, we had this cougar hanging around the Lodge. . . "
Damn. Damn damn double-dog damn.
See, I'd known about the cougar because I'd spent quite a bit of time at Hidden Valley’s website where they just happened to have over 9000 pictures of a HUGE mountain lion taking afternoon high-balls on the deck. And below the deck. And in the parking lot. And by the front door. And there may have been one of the cougar and the staff in a group picture, all hamming it up and making silly faces and sticking fingers in each other's ears but I may be confusing that with our family photo.
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Kindle Version $ 4.99
Nook $4.99
*** the journey continues ***
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