Mullets, Sparkly Stuff, & Organic Beer

Clearly the 3rd Annual Highlands Prom. I woke up this morning feeling like I had just fallen asleep. I had. As I slowly and cautiously got out of bed I began to survey the damage. My kitchen floor was full of other prom attendees, including the Prom Queen herself. There was hairspray, bobby pins, safety pins, a bedazzler, glitter, an iron, and 14 different shades of eye shadow thrown all over my kitchen table. My bathroom floor was littered with someones (not mine) clothes, including a diamond studded bra in my dirty clothes basket. My front porch resembled a Barber shop with hair and trimmers all over the place. Clearly all evidence of yet another outstanding Highlands Prom. After several cloudy moments the events of last nights prom start flooding back. Will, who hasn't had a haircut in over six months decided he needed a mullet for prom. I helped make that happen for him. The theme this year was "Tasseled and Bedazzled," hence the glitter, bedazzler, and sparkly stuff thrown all over my house. The dance floor stayed busy and Clay rocked the bar tending and kept everyone's cup full of tasty beverages. The Highlands Prom was once again a huge success. We were without many of our founding members and we missed them immensely. But they were all called last night. Some of them multiple times. Oops!

Cliff, Clay, and Nate keeping it real at the bar. Creating the mullet. Needs no explanation.
The Prom King Nominees.

Damn the man, save the empire!

Okay, I'm on week three with the stupid toe, so I decided to take my fancy new government insurance and go to the doctor. She was able to tell me, "I don't think it's broken, but you do have 'turf toe', which is common in people who play sports barefoot." I was given 2-4 weeks in this sweet blue shoe thing. Ah well... But, that means I need to take up a new hobby...
I tried crocheting and knitting-both met with varying degrees of success, but nothing that would make me open a craft shop. Then I thought, "Of course! I'll get a ukelele!" but, alas, that would necessitate learning to play yet another instrument that I don't currently own. I think maybe I should get better at the ones I've already attempted. So, the solution, you ask? Fly fishing. Of course. I went this morning and decided it was pretty darn fun. I caught two little fishies (otherwise known as brown trout) and promptly dehooked them and threw them back. But the fish were lovely and it was a pretty good way to spend a morning with a silly stupid toe. And Bear likes to go. I jumped a little when I caught the first one, it was super exciting. I'll post some pics when i remember to bring my computer and camera on the same day. Till then, off to try to catch some more fishies.

That's Why We Come Up Here...

NATURE! (And to glissade) Even though tons of snow still lingers in the Tetons (6' at Surprise Lake for you kids that know where that is) we have been getting out and enjoying the mountains.

Top of the South Teton looking over into Avalanche Canyon.

The snow makes the descent much more enjoyable. This glissade was probably only several hundred feet, but we did one later that was close to 1,000 feet. Outstanding!

View from the South Teton into Avalanche Canyon and Snowdrift Lake. TONS of snow!!

Clay and Elsa with the Sawtooth Mountains in the background.

Clay's priorities after hiking in the Sawtooth Mountains in Idaho, Cheetos and beer. Note Sierra Nevadas chilling in stream.

bear the three legged wonder dog strikes again!

Just because I'm lame doesn't mean Bear has to be... This past weekend we went to Horseshoe Lake, a lovely little spot just outside town. It is Bear's favorite new swimming hole, mostly, I believe, because every time we go there it's like going to a dog park. Last time he met four irish wolfhounds at the same time. I was nervous. Fortunately, he realized he was out muscled and way out legged, so he behaved.

This week we were carrying on with out normal game of "I hobble around on the shore and throw this piece of what I can only assume to be $17 gold I bought at the pet store, and Bear swims out and gets it." We repeat this about 8,000 times until I get bored. Well, there were these kids playing with a tennis ball. You know, dad playing catch with the kids in the 27 degree water? Anyways, as bear was paddling around with his red toy, I watched an over-zealous dad hurl the little green ball well into the center of the lake, beyond the reach and over the heads of the six swimming kids.

Bear, meanwhile, had made it to shore and proceeded to shake all over my skirt. Awesome. In this brief moment of embarrassment in being covered with dirty water, the dad comes up to me in a sheepish way, looking down at the ground.

"Um," he says, "Do you think your dog would go get that ball?"

"You mean my dog here with the three legs?" I asked.

"Yeah, I was wondering about that..."

He apparently saw the irony as well.

"No problem."

He asked what the dogs name was. "Bear," I said.

So, Bear, not being the sharpest tool in the shed, promptly began swimming after a rock that I threw in the general direction of the tennis ball. Meanwhile, all six kids are on the shore jumping up and down screaming, "GO BEAR, GO!!!"

Bear triumphantly brought the ball to shore after about 7 minutes of super swimming and all the kids giggled.

Oh man, is my dog cool.

The Technical Revolution Has Slowed

I'm working on getting some better pics up on this silly site, but here's the skinny... I have to sit in hot coffee shops that play bad music to connect to the internet and... I lost my camera somehow. So, my apologies. Plus, my toe, although less swollen, is neither ultimate, nor adventure ready. I'm coping. So bear with me in this difficult time of crappy internet, no camera, and a busted toe. Oh, and my fellow adventurers are currently in the Tetons, so that makes it hard too. We'll have that fixed this fall. ;) Better blog entries to come.