Sunday, August 20, 2006

Did she make you cry?
Make you break down?
Shatter your illusions of love

We picked up T-Rex from the airport.

We brought him to my house for a few minutes, and told him to dump everything that he didn't immediately need.

We threw my boat, my pack, and some gear into Bell's truck.

After stopping for lunch, we drove further down the river, eventually crossing onto private property to gain access to a lake.

What lake?

You know I can't tell you that.

You should know better.

You know the rules.

This is not Nam.

This is bowling.

There are rules.

Am I the only one around here who gives a shit about the rules?

Anyway, we drove to this lake.

We loaded our boats and paddled across the lake.

We fished for a little bit.

Didn't catch much.

We had a fire.

Early the next morning, we paddled out to explore the lake.

We saw a bald eagle.

We saw a couple osprey.

But the biggest treat was the family of four otters.

We followed them to their den.

They were bobbing and weaving, checking us out.

Of course, I didn't have my camera, which was sitting back in my tent.

You will have to trust me; it was a pretty damn cool moment.

After that, we drove to Bozeman.


Got some dinner.

I cooked a breakfast that involved a shitload of bacon.

And cheese.

Did you think I forgot my roots?

Of course there was cheese.

We went to Big Sky and went disc golfing on an extraordinary course there.

Oh, that reminds me.

When we were camping, T-Rex was drying out his socks and boots.

I gave him an extra pair of my socks to wear while his toasted dry.

He wasn't paying attention and one of his socks sort of burned.

We laughed.

T-Rex went to bed early.

Bells and I stayed up and made sure our fire was out.

T-Rex subsequently got up early.

He had to take a dump.

But he didn't want to wake us, and find out where we hung the food and toilet paper.


Enter the burned sock, stage right.

Now, mind you, I would have lived out the rest of my days in blissful ignorance, had T-Rex not willingly volunteered this information the moment I woke up.

Needless to say, I laughed pretty hard.

I laughed even harder when I asked him if he wore the sock like a mitten and he said yes.

And a new band was born.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...

Shit Mitten.


Indeedy do.

Happy Monday to you all.

May you have an interesting week.