Introducing: fuzzier than Kiki

Even training with Kiki cannot keep me from sneezing here... but Missy is so hilarious of a cat, I love it!

Love You Berry Much (Don't Drink Me Berry Fast)

1/2 bottle Rioja (drink other 1/2 while making Sangria)
1/3 carton lemonade (0.6 litre)
1 shot Triple Sec
2 shots Bacardi CoCo
3/4 apple, sliced
couple handfuls blueberries
1 lemon, sliced
1 lime, sliced
1/2 mango, diced
squeeze lime juice

Sinfully Sexy Citrus Segments Sangria (Say it 3x Fast to Get a Glass!)

1 bottle Cabernet Sauvignon
1/3 carton lemonade (0.6 litre)
1.5 shots lime juice (to taste)
splash 7-up (1.8 litre)
2 (or 3) shots Triple Sec
1 orange, peeled, sliced into squares - yes, squares
1 + lemon, sliced
1 + lime, sliced
some diced mango
some diced pineapple

Make Your Mango Wild (After You Get Home)

1 bottle Sauvignon Blanc
2 shots Bacardi CoCo
1 shot Triple Sec
splash 7-up (1/8 litre)
1/3 carton lemonade (0.6 litre)
1 mango, diced
1/4 pineapple, diced
1 lemon, sliced thinly
1 lime, sliced thinly

Sangria!

In preparation for her birthday, which is now today, last night JoJo and I had a blast stirring up some deliciousness in the form of Sangria. We looked at recipes and neglected to follow them. Instead we made up our own, and will now be sorely disappointed in future at places when we are served inferior Sangria. On that note, and for posterity, above I am posting our "recipes" from what we can remember we threw in there so that others can create as well! Yum! We also made up names for our creations, because that's what we do.

Flying WestJet

Who wouldn't want to fly with people whose luggage tags read as follows:

"Don't fret, you'll be reunited with your bag soon enough, and we're going to take good care of the both of you. Imagine that little rush when you spy your luggage happily rounding the corner on the carousel. "It's got my name on it," you'll proudly say as you point to the tag. So, fill out this tag and make your reunion that much more enjoyable."

I, however, rounded the corner to the luggage carousel and promptly got a nosebleed. It was strange, funny, unexpected (when did I last have a nosebleed??????) and terribly inconvenient! The Calgary airport is full of dinosaurs, had I not been stuck with holding my bags AND tissue up my nose, I might have been able to operate a camera. Sadly, that did not happen.

Awaiting Explanation

This is a funny photo. It was taken at Mist Falls. Take a guess at what's up with E-marathoner!

Camping in King's Canyon!

On the road up, stopped in Orange Cove (pop. 9) for some 40 cent mystery pastries.

E-marathoner and I stop for a photo-op at higher elevation (enjoying a cool breeze)

A Stellar's Jay investigates our site (I'm sure it met with its approval despite our not sharing our PB)

The river behind seems to not merit such a drastic sign...

First dinner - couscous and veg and some Irish Cider. Followed by s'mores.


Texas Gal joined us the next day (she has one of these "real" jobs that doesn't allow the summer off for jaunting around) and made for a super-fun, dirty, grimy, silly, knitty, smokey, ashey, girly camping weekend.

Beautiful hikes...

Rapids on the way up to Mist Falls...



Jumping around on the way up to Mist Falls...


Sheer rock face, dead tree, live trees, blue sky, what more could you ask for???


Texas Gal and I pause by the greenest of green rivers. Soooo pretty!


A deer. A super cute deer. How cute is this deer? Seriously, this is the cutest deer EVER.


Roaring River Falls.


Trees with two trunks are fun.

Bizarreness at the campsite

There was a whole lot of randomness at the site. I feel as though this picture sums it up. I am holding a parrot at a campground. Yes I am. I ran after parrot lady with my camera mid-beer. E-marathoner thought it was hilarious. I thought it was awesome.

Other good random things include:

• Guy walking around in his boxers holding his slacks (they really appeared to be dress slacks) folded neatly over his arm.
• Family stalking campsite across the way with walkie-talkies, driving around in circles exchanging mother and son while communicating on the walkie-talkies, being followed by another group wanting the same site, who followed them driving in circles - eventually neither group took it.
• Group next site over having major language/communication barrier and parking their van in super soft earth, requiring multiple hands and a real truck to assist in getting it un-stuck.
• Guy scratching his ass endlessly right in our line of sight.
• People having brought their pet menagerie with them (including budgie, mini rat-dog things, and a cat - who brings a cat camping? well, for that matter... who brings a budgie? or a parrot, really...)
• People bringing a U-Haul to cart around their camping gear (we saw SEVERAL U-Haul campers) which appears to include a dining tent, sleeping tent (apparently with multiple chambers), showering tent and food preparation tent...
  

Say neighbour, can I borrow your axe?

FUTILITY! After we have to strip down due to overheating from excessive hacking, the progress seems somewhat non-existant, thus we continue, blistered, disheartened, disappointed, and even more geared up to beat the log!




Success!!!! The log yields!

Nobody claimed the nub...

photo essay of a phire

Look at that pyramid action!

Lit and roaring.

Fire's just the right temp to make grilled cheese.

Grilled cheese done means time to put a retardedly large log on the fire.

That one didn't burn super well, so how about trying a couple more?

Presenting: FISH EYEBALLS!

Veggies ready to pile on the grill.










Emarathoner peruses the recipe in question.










Hot Hands pours dressing on the summery avocado salad.













BMW and Xtreme Chef relax on the couch.










An xtreme close up shot of my thighs... I find this photo funny!










But - this is the reason we are here! Tonight we BBQ a whole fish! A rock cod at that. Here it is in all its fresh saran-wrapped glory. I was too intriqued to be disgusted.


Xtreme Chef lays the fish out to begin BBQing. As it cooked it quickly developed cataracts...Note cataract development... We debated, and as the eye continued to cloud - we determined it to be glaucoma in actuality.

Look at this spread! Fantastic! After going blind, the rock cod reached out with one last grasp for help by raising his fin into the air. Then once he was plated one of his eyeballs rolled out. No one would eat it.


On the note of eyeballs. A dirty gin and tonic, and delicious at that! Who would've thought to fire a bunch of eyeball-like green olives in a G&T?