12:02 a.m.Do I even need to say anything at this point?
Oh, but your commentary is so entertaining on this particular topic
4:30 a.m.After all the driving and sightseeing weve done, today is a much needed rest day in Phoenix. Naturally, this means Julie and Sarah are getting up now, at 4:30 a.m.
Yall were likely to be awaked around then anyway.
I wouldnt want some poor horse having to carry my fat rear end around in the middle of 110-degree heat with no water in sight.
Well, that probably makes two of you.
The only other worry was that Id be keeping the baby with me, and would have to feed him a bottle at some point. Hed given some other caregivers trouble with bottles in the past, so Julie and I were both nervous that he would refuse it and then start throwing tantrums due to hunger.
Its just not the same, ya know.
Julie looks out her window, and is somewhat surprised to see Scotty standing there.
What are you doing out here? she asks.
I thought we were leaving, says Scotty, not entirely awake.
That one may become one of the more infamous happenings
The kinda thing that weaves its way into family folklore and Thanksgiving table reminiscings.
Thank goodness Julie saw him, or he might have been wandering the hotel grounds at 5 a.m. with no room key.
Which might have made for an even better story.
Best that it didnt go down that way tough.
Lets try this again. Julie and Sarah drive off for their adventure. Since Im not with them, I have no idea how theyre doing, but Ill try and fill in the gaps as best I can.
Or you can just make up stuff as you go along.
So
Do they offer paintball on horseback?
I can see that being quite the boon for the local Ortho and head trauma doctors.
Ready to ride! I cant remember the names of their horses, so hopefully Julie will chime in and fill in that critical information.
For the time being, well go with Silver and Scout.
Or maybe one of them was Victor.
Yea, Victor
Everybody knows that
6:29 a.m. The girls are on the trail. The horses seem skittish. Something is rustling through the brush on either side, indicating possible pack behavior from intelligent creatures, bent on tracking their prey.
COOL! Weve reached the part where you just make s*** up
6:37 a.m. The first skirmishes with the wolves have begun. Right now, theyre just probing, looking for a weak spot in the group, but Sarahs deadeye aim with the rifle is keeping them at bay.
Good thing she had her Red Rider carbine action 200 shot range model air rifle
with a compass in the stock and this thing that tells time.
Lord knows where theyd have been without Ol Blue.
Meanwhile, I see that the Phillies lost again. It wasnt that long ago that they were actually good. Remember? Anyone?
Bueller?
He's sick
My best friend's sister's boyfriend's brother's girlfriend saw Ferris pass out at Flavours last night.
I guess it's pretty serious.
6:46 a.m. The wolves pounce. One of the horses in the group has been hobbling, falling behind, providing just the sort of temptation for an easy meal the wolves have been looking for. Julie and Sarah ride headlong into the fray, guns blazing, and Julie scoops up the rider of the injured horse with one arm while keeping tight hold of the reins in the other. The poor horse is doomed, his last act a noble sacrifice to allow the rest of the group to make a clean getaway.
Alas poor Victor
We knew him well.
About the same time, I discover Drew has left me a gift in his diaper. Yay.
Commentary on your story telling abilities, Im sure.
6:55 a.m. Ambush! Is it the Cherokee? Comanches? Hard to tell at the moment, but the group leader gives the order to circle the wagons. Things are looking grim, and theyre running out of ammo, but at the last moment, Julie and Sarah lead a desperate counter-charge, foiling the would-be raiding party.
Marion Morrison would have been proud.
They did take a couple of photos. Julie had this view most of the time, which she said reminded her of me for some reason:
But now we need to wait for them to shower and change, since horseback riding in the desert makes one
how do I put this delicately?
Fragrant?
I see that you and I define delicately with just a slight variance in intensity.
Most be a geographical manifestation.
9:15 a.m. Its pool time!
None of the rest of us were having any fun, either.
Aint buyin' it Paleface
Drew did great in his little innertube, but eventually we had to remove him because he started trying to drink the pool water.
Well someone had to.
I am going to end with a photo of a hot tub. For some reason, nobody was using it at 11:00 in the morning on a 100-degree day. But thats not why I remember it. I remember it because it was the site of a memorable evening on our honeymoon 16 years ago.
Oh?
Oh, stop. Get your minds out of the gutter.
Youre the one who teed it up and then went and handed us the 3 wood
Not two minutes, later, we were savagely and repeatedly dive-bombed by a bat, apparently intent on claiming the hot tub as his territory.
See now, since you told the story about the horse ride earlier
Youve made it quite impossible not to question this one.
But its a great story.
The kids still have no idea that were heading to
Disneyland tomorrow. Maybe we should tell them.
Hush your mouth!
Plus, our first In-N-Out burger!
So, did you go off the menu and order up one of their secret burgers?
And, due to popular demand, desert golf pictures.