Day 42 I love it when it sucks!

Probably the best boots I have ever owned...my feet were warm, dry and cozy.
Luce was none too happy at this point. The tent was about 5 minutes from "lift off"...and she had to hurry up and out clothes on, or risk being naked in the middle of a cold wet field.
The wind all but destroyed our campsite...the mud added a bit of humor to everything...I loved it.... Everyone was so miserable, and frustrated.
but in Steve's own words..."Why get uptight? It is what it is." I thought the whole weekend brought us all closer....and we learned we could have a ton of fun together as a family..... It was cool watching Lucy and Steve bonding...She realized he wasn't a geek anymore..he realized she wasn't the "Little pain in the arse".....anymore.
Bon Bon was an absolute trooper on the holiday....I know deep down she would have loved a B & B instead...but she dealt well with whatever the weather tossed at her. I was at home. I truly do "love it when it SUCKS!!!" I sure hope they invite us again sometime. The Landrover Group is a bunch of great and fookin entertaining people. A couple of the guys are like "Monty Python" in the flesh.
Hopefully in the not-so-distant future I will have a Landrover of my own.
We got home at about 8:30.....both cats had been locked in since Thursday night. They both enjoyed leaving us little gifts all over the house.

Day 41

Crossing the Fjord.....Ah...I will have a defender in the future!



Steve poses as Macy GAY!
Saturday was an interesting day..... We took some treks through some of the most beautiful country imaginable. I was completely blown away. I was also completely hungover.
I felt great in the morning before we set off. But as we took the first trail...I turned green, and remained that way for the rest of the day. I still enjoyed every minute of it though. It isn't often we get to go into the wilderness here and get completely lost.
That night after Lucy and I took a nap... We had another night of debauchery. I just didn't participate much. I had maybe 4 beers...and I poured 1 of them out, and filled it with water. Lucy's brother taunted me with shouts of being GAY.....so I chose the route of a "Dog and Pony" show was best. The night before....I gained my respect within the group....I took alot of shit....got a nickname or 3....and stood the tests of LIME....e's....
I didn't feel the need to wake up in a puddle of my own muck...
Plus I was dead tired. I could feel the weather was turning to shit about midnight. I kissed Luce g'night...and headed for the tent.
It was incredibly enjoyable to curl up inside a warm bag....in total darkness.....listening to the rain, music and laughter....The wind was beginning to howl.... Good timing on my part.

Day 40 part 2.....much to my mother's surprise I have been renamed TACKLEBERRY

We drove so far around the lake, instead circumnavigating the rest...we took a ferry.
The campsite that was too expensive. Good views though.
The other vehicles on the first day...the guy in the Silver Defender was a fucking cocksmoker. A real "my shit doesn't stink, the world revolves around me and my big dick" kind of guy. Needless to say...we parted ways the next morning. (I really wanted to pop this ball licker in the mouth...a nice hard bitch slap would have felt great. Tony the Tiger "GRRRRRREAT!") He could have just been having a bad day...but ...me thinks not.
My bother-in-law....a different kind of FAIRY we came across...(note woman's handbag)
The first night...we all sat around Steve's mate's tent....talkin shit...smokin and jokin.....DRINKING anything put in front of our faces. This was after a very boozy pub visit as well. About halfway through the night, one of the lads said something about how Americans are crap at the MAN sport of drinking.... I felt the need to "REPRESENT!!!!" Needless to say...said Laddy passed the FOOK OUT..about 2 hours before I clambered into the tent with Lucy. I was completely mullered....have no idea what or how much....What I do know is.....Jagerbombs...taste like shit! Contact highs are possible. I get dizzy looking at this photo....and I put those fuckers to bed! That is the fact...JACK!
( Side note...never ever challenge an ex-US Soldier to drinking games.....it doesn't matter how long it has been since he had a drink...shear willpower and pride will overcome a built up tolerance and bad teeth any day!)

Day 40 Lake Windamere...Where men are men....and SHEEP are scared!

We dared to go where other, lesser men...cannot....
and my pictures don't do the place justice.
Halfway through the first day we stopped for a brew...the scenery was majestic. This is a place you would have to travel to...to fully appreciate the beauty....
and the smell......
Sadly...this sign has been made because some moron missed the giant lake coming up in front of him.

This is part 1 of 2

Day 39 I got bored.....

So I painted this.

Oh and I am going out in bro-in-law's Defender this weekend.....camping in the freezing cold...YAY! Hypothermia here we come.

day 38 Things We(lucy and I} can't live with out

I eat these things like candy......
after Lucy shaves her back...she sometimes shapes her unibrow..... HA HA

Day 37

Saw this while on a trip to Normandy a couple of years ago.....
The french might not know anything about fighting, bathing or drinking...but when it comes to talking to the "Porcelin God"....they really know how to live!