Monday, June 30, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
(OFFICIAL) Riskay Feat. Aviance and Real - Smell Yo Dick
Aaron and the J Bros need NEEEEED to cover this!
Ooooh. And most likely, the audio is NSFW
Monday, June 23, 2008
Day 4: Big Dog Down.
Today started on a bit of a downer. About two weeks ago, Mason hurt his leg. The vet assessed it as a small tear in his cruciate ligament. They prescribed medication and 30 days of leash walks. No running off leash with his pack of friends at Whetstone. The medication started to work immediately, and his slight limp was hardly noticeable. He started to limp a little bit at the campsite, but that's because we were taking a few extra walks.
This morning, as I was having my first cup of coffee and not really paying attention, Mason saw a cat in the woods, jumped up, and ran full speed after it. He only went about 30 yards, but he came back on three legs. I'm kicking myself for not having him tied up, but he's been so mellow and hasn't wandered away from the campsite at all. And everyone around here really likes him.
He doesn't seem to be in any more pain that he was: he'll let me touch and move his leg, but he won't put any pressure on it. And let me tell you, this boy is not very graceful on three legs. This may cut my trip short. I won't be able to see a vet until next week regardless. I'll just wait to see how comfortable he is here at the campground.
This morning, as I was having my first cup of coffee and not really paying attention, Mason saw a cat in the woods, jumped up, and ran full speed after it. He only went about 30 yards, but he came back on three legs. I'm kicking myself for not having him tied up, but he's been so mellow and hasn't wandered away from the campsite at all. And everyone around here really likes him. He doesn't seem to be in any more pain that he was: he'll let me touch and move his leg, but he won't put any pressure on it. And let me tell you, this boy is not very graceful on three legs. This may cut my trip short. I won't be able to see a vet until next week regardless. I'll just wait to see how comfortable he is here at the campground.
Day 3: The Best Part of Waking Up . . .
Well, I travel with coffee that is MUCH better than Folgers. I'm not sure it much matters, though. Campstove coffee is the BEST. I realized today that my little Coleman stove (converted from fuel to propane five years ago) and my percolator are 22 years old. I purchased them both after I graduated from college and drove across the country, camping along the way.
I had hoped to have a story to tell about my great-nephew's little league game, but it was canceled due to a scheduling snafu. I still made the trip to Greenville and had a nice dinner with my brother and sister-in-law. I returned to a very quiet and very cold campground. Mason and I made a big fire and spent the evening hanging out, thinking, and playing guitar.
Day 2: The Crew Has Landed
(Note: The campground wireless wasn't stable enough for me to continue posting on site. I saved my posts and will roll them out over the next few days.)
I love a lot of things about Campit. The geography of western Michigan is in my blood. I can pitch a tent in the woods (dirty) and take a dip in the pool. There's always some crazy walking around here to keep me entertained.
Even with the crazy, mostly, I love that Campit restores my faith that it doesn't have to be a lot of work to meet good people. You remember how when you were kid, and you could walk up to another kid and say, "Hi, my name is Scott. I like trucks. Do you like trucks? Let's be friends." Well, that's Campit.
On Day 2, I met a really great group of guys from Chicago. They were all flight attendants (and a couple guests) who managed to schedule a few days off together so they could make their first trip to Saugatuck. (I love first timers.) You would never know this was their first camping trip together, however. This was a concerted effort that included multiple camp stoves, huge meals, a blender, torches, tents, chairs. They were incredibly generous and invited me to hang out with them throughout their stay. (And a super sweet, super cute man named Juan made me breakfast two mornings in a row.)
I didn't take any pics until they were packing up, so I regret that I didn't catch everyone. They all returned to Chicago on Wednesday. I was sad to see them go.
I love a lot of things about Campit. The geography of western Michigan is in my blood. I can pitch a tent in the woods (dirty) and take a dip in the pool. There's always some crazy walking around here to keep me entertained.
Even with the crazy, mostly, I love that Campit restores my faith that it doesn't have to be a lot of work to meet good people. You remember how when you were kid, and you could walk up to another kid and say, "Hi, my name is Scott. I like trucks. Do you like trucks? Let's be friends." Well, that's Campit.
On Day 2, I met a really great group of guys from Chicago. They were all flight attendants (and a couple guests) who managed to schedule a few days off together so they could make their first trip to Saugatuck. (I love first timers.) You would never know this was their first camping trip together, however. This was a concerted effort that included multiple camp stoves, huge meals, a blender, torches, tents, chairs. They were incredibly generous and invited me to hang out with them throughout their stay. (And a super sweet, super cute man named Juan made me breakfast two mornings in a row.)
I didn't take any pics until they were packing up, so I regret that I didn't catch everyone. They all returned to Chicago on Wednesday. I was sad to see them go.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)