Newport, RI is fancy! Staying here is just a tad different than Woonsocket. This is where the old money is and people meet their spouses on Ancestory.com…hey, got to keep the bloodline pure, amiright? Keep the fortune in the family…
Continue reading “Day 10: Snobs talk as if they had begotten their own ancestors. – HA”
Day 9 was the day to relax! The room we ended up in was an ocean view, we had a decadent dinner that would have made Caligula jealous, and we took a Water Journey. But all of that in good time because we spent the day seeing some other great stuff. For those of you who know who Dale Gribble is, you can probably guess we saw the largest bug in the world! The giant weta? Not that shrimp! I’m talking about the largest bug!
Continue reading “Day 9: You ever try replacing a cockroach’s blood with root beer? – Dale Gribble”
Two posts in one morning! Almost caught up!
When initially planning this day, I was a bit worried there would be too much snow. It involved going on a lot of trails to check out some interesting sites. Fortunately there weren’t the deep drifts we encountered at the lodge! Unfortunately everything was solid ice. I basically dragged my feet and scooted my way around most of the ground.
Continue reading “Day 8: I don’t get it. The trail looked so flat on the map. – Anon”
Get ready for so many great pictures! Day 7 had two of the most unique places I’ve been to in a while. One I knew would be great, the other was a big surprise! It’s been a busy couple of days but I hope to get two posts out today. At the very least, I will be caught up tomorrow night…maybe.
Continue reading “Day 7: I may be dumb, but I’m not stupid. – TB”
Actually that’s not true. My mom makes a great turkey. In fact she’s a terrific cook, except when it comes to pork chops. Growing up we ate them a lot and I would smother them in as much gravy as I could swipe. It wasn’t until I was an adult and someone gave me a delicious one that I realized they weren’t supposed to have the consistency of hockey pucks! But today wasn’t about pork. It was about turkey.
So we continue on my short little adventures, slowly making our way to 40. These started in August and I was staying right on course. About a quarter of the year down at the point I wrote this and, including big adventures, about a quarter the way through the goal. I started having concerns about keeping this up though. Adventures during the summer months are easy, what happens when it gets cold?
Herein lies the tale of my 40th year. What I mean to say is below are some of the additional 27 adventures I’ve taken to make it up to 40 adventures in a year! If you’ve been following each of my monthly large adventures, you might be disappointed with the size/excitement of these. If that’s the case, move to another blog that has more money and vacation time. That cattle drive tapped me out. These are the small adventures for which I still had some time and money left over.
I’m more or less a morning person. I like to get up and do what I have to do. Normally if I have to travel somewhere I start early but we were able to get better rates if we caught a night flight home. That makes me anxious because all day I feel like I’m looking at my watch. For this trip though, it worked out perfectly! Had we left in the morning, I would have missed a most serendipitous discovery! Peep below for more pictures and my fantastic find! Also trolls, pennies, and ice cream…
This post will feature one minor accident, one large failure, and one mega-success. We made a long day out of driving from Portland to Seattle but it was a lot of fun and a great way to spend our last, full-day in the Pacific Northwest. Most importantly we ended our night with our second (and greatest) AirBnB experience. Please enjoy some pictures of donuts, Bigfoots (Bigfeet?), and free flour.
Dag yo, this is a lot of posts about 1 trip! Writing these is a flashback to the trip that started this blog. I figure cutting it up and filling it with pictures makes better reading than me typing up a long winded dissertation debating the relative merits of the Mystery Hole vs. Mystery House. Maybe that’s what I should be writing. Maybe I could get a degree from Oddball University. They do seem to have similar missions and visions for their lives to the ones I have. I need to reach out to them. Until then, dear reader, silly sites and pictures are found in this post.
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