It's been a while since I last posted. This past month has been a very busy one. Rather than re-invent the wheel, I will let you read about it in Becka's most recent blog post.
This past weekend I went camping with my son Mark, 4 year old grandson Ryan, Mark's friend Wes, and his 4 year old son Charlton in the mountains in NC. We had a great time, all in all. The hardest part was sleeping — my air mattress had a small leak and none of us had sleeping bags that were rated for the 32° temps (27° real feel) during the night. And then trying to get our fingers moving to prepare breakfast in the cold morning temps was another story! To say that that part of our camping trip was miserable would be a major understatement! During the day, though, the weather was beyond perfect, and we had a great time! How can you freeze and get a sunburn the same weekend?! 🙂
Here are the frozen boys trying to warm up in Wes' car in the morning.
We went fishing at a trout farm near Brevard. Here are the dads and sons fishing.
We took a nice hike to a small waterfall. Here are the dads and sons behind that waterfall.
Here's a picture of two of our trout fillets frying in the pan.
Here's a picture of us cooking camp pizzas the night before.
An essential part of camping is the campfire, and to enjoy that, you must have good firewood. Thinking about firewood made me think of a couple of jokes in my files.
The phone rings at FBI headquarters.
"Hello, is this the FBI?"
"Yes. What do you want?"
"I'm calling to report my neighbor Adrian Thibodeaux, who is hiding marijuana inside his firewood."
"Thank you very much for the call, sir."
Next day, the FBI agents descend on Thibodeaux's house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bust open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They glare at Thibodeaux and leave.
The phone rings at Thibodeaux's house.
"Hey, Adrian! Did the FBI come?"
"Did they chop your firewood?"
"Great, now it's your turn to call. I need my garden plowed."
It's late fall and the Indians on a remote reservation in South Dakota asked their new chief if the coming winter was going to be cold or mild. Since he was a chief in a modern society, he had never been taught the old secrets. When he looked at the sky, he couldn't tell what the winter was going to be like.
Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, he told his tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the village should collect firewood to be prepared. But, being a practical leader, after several days, he got an idea. He went to the phone booth, called the National Weather Service and asked, "Is the coming winter going to be cold?"
"It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold," the meteorologist at the weather service responded.
So the chief went back to his people and told them to collect even more firewood in order to be prepared.
A week later, he called the National Weather Service again. "Does it still look like it is going to be a very cold winter?"
"Yes," the man at National Weather Service again replied, "it's going to be a very cold winter."
The chief again went back to his people and ordered them to collect every scrap of firewood they could find.
Two weeks later, the chief called the National Weather Service again. "Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?"
"Absolutely," the man replied. "It's looking more and more like it is going to be one of the coldest winters we've ever seen."
"How can you be so sure?" the chief asked.
The weatherman replied, "The Indians are collecting incredible amounts of firewood."
I'm already looking forward to our next camping trip, and I assure you that it will either be earlier in the season or with a new sleeping bag and air mattress!
"It's a fool who looks for logic in the chambers of the human heart." — Everett in O Brother, Where Art Thou?
Ever wonder what the speed of lightning would be if it didn't zigzag?
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