So What Happened?

We went grocery shopping. No, really, it was an experience. It was like a clearance sale. Even in the boonies (McCall is population 5,000) everything is super cheap--especially when someone else decides he is going to pay for it and not going to take no for an answer (thanks Ryan).

We went on a hike through the woods behind the cabin. We almost killed a baby bird and I lost my sweatshirt. Then we found it thanks to the photo record. We learned that piles of sticks are bouncy and that you shouldn't walk on wet logs. But doing balancing yoga postures on them is fun--albeit dangerous.

We had some friends up for the weekend and cooked steak and asparagus on the grill. There is only one way to cook asparagus: On the Grill. I can't wait to have a grill. We also had some kick ass mashed potatoes.

The next day we went out to go mountain biking. After getting lost for about an hour on a beautiful ridge in the car, we found our trail. We reassembled all of our wheels and headed up the mountain. Then one of the handle bars came loose. We discovered that one of our cohort lost his allen wrench on the last trip out. So, we packed up the bikes and trekked up the hill by foot with the dog. Fine by me. I was scared of all the cliffs and rocks and slippery roots anyway. We hiked about 12 miles in total. It was on and off perfect sun and downpours of hail and rain. On the way back, the temperature dropped about 10 degrees in 10 minutes and just dumped hail on us. Thank goodness for the rain jacket.

We went back home after thoroughly wearing out the laborador and built a fire. Then we heated up the grill and made some chicken and corn on the cob. Plus a few potatoes. And a few beers. I know food maybe isn't the most exciting thing to some of you, but the whole food cooked on a grill thing is pretty foreign to City Girl McGee I realized I've become.

Next day was water skiing and wake boarding. I got up on a slalom ski on the first try. That might have had something to do with the impossibly cold water. (Elevation 5000+ feet). Luckily, there was a wetsuit that "fit" me at the cabin. It was a child's size 12. As it turns out, 12 year olds don't have hips... and perhaps a few fewer vertebrae.

I'll continue later. One step at a time. So we're up to Sunday.