Ok, first, the town we went to is podunk. I mean seriously podunk. Ryan and I stop at the Short Stop gas station to get a few supplies, Ryan goes in and it is taking for.ever. He comes out and tells me this: First, there was a lady, well I definitely wouldn't qualify her as a lady by any means, buying a 12 pack of Natural Light. Quality hickville beer. But. She can't pay for the beer outright, she has to cash in her lottery tickets to pay for it. Awesome. Unfortunately one ticket....worth $1....isn't going through. Jesus. They kept scanning it and scanning it and it just wouldn't register. By this time she's freaking out because she can't buy her booze because she's a dollar short. Then the gas station phone rings. Apparently the clerk can't ring up someone AND talk on the phone to their cousin's cousin at the same time. So everything just stops. Ryan was just about to pull out the measly dollar when magically the ticket rings up. All is right with the world and the 'lady' got her booze. That fiasco shaved a good 15 minutes off our trip. Not cool.
We then head to The Ranch. Just in time for sunset, which means in the deer hunting universe....deers out roaming around to look at. Of course we had to stop and scope the situation. We saw a few little bucks and some does. Good sign for the upcoming hunting spectacular Ryan will be doing.
After our scouting trip we mosey on up to the house, I unpack like a banshee on crack and bolt up to the hot tub. Ahhhhhhhh. Bliss I tell you, pure bliss.
Saturday morning I woke up to this:
After cleaning up the drool from my chin after looking at the view, I brilliantly decided that I needed to get a run in. And the 1/2 mile UP HILL drive way would be the perfect obstacle. No biggie, I can handle this.
Wyatt and I ran down. Smooth is not the word of the day. Do you know what it's like to run on really rough gravel when you have about no muscle and zero tendons left in your ankles because of previous high school injuries? Well, it sucks. I tried the whole way down to visualize myself NOT face planting the rocks. It worked. Thank you Jesus.
This is me at the bottom:
And this is the hill I have to run back up, see the house...WAY. UP. THERE.:
|Even Wyatt's dragging. See the tongue???|
Ya. I ran that bitch 3 times. THREE. I've officially lost my little glass beads.
To reward myself, I did this:
And this is what Wyatt did:
Just so you know, I have some rubber camo boots just like his. Only in a size 8, not 13. Yes, giant feet up there wears size enormous.
|Well hello there thunder thighs. Thanks for making an appearance.|
Here he is putting one together:
This is him sitting in it. WAAAYYYYY up in the tree:
And this is him practicing his bow hunting skieells:
|The picture is misleading, he's not in the front tree, he's actually about 20 feet behind that at the bottom of a creek bed.|
After that excursion we headed back to the house where I made my pooper comfortable again on the leather couch and watched yet another movie. Here are the horrendous living accommodations that we had to stay in:
The view from the front door.
The living room, just left of the front door.
|Yes, that's a half nekkid Alec Baldwin on the TV. It's a normal movie people. Not porn. I swear.|
The I'd-kill-a-midget-for kitchen.
The view from the dinning room to the front door.
One of the three bathrooms.
|That would also be a steam shower. Yup. Don't hate.|
I can't wait to go back!!