Wherein I almost get high

One time? Michael had to do some work on the coast? And he asked if I could find a babysitter for the kids and go with him? And so we went? And it was super fun? (This is what I sound like when I am high on sugar from eating 194 oreo cookies and trying to get the inspiration to flow down through my fingertips onto the computer screen for you to read and then publish in a book on The Most Amazing People Ever. I would be number 8. Because it's a nice round number.)

A special bonding moment between trappers. Trappers are the most self-less guys you will ever meet. If you ever get something in your eye, he'll help you pick it out, and then kiss it better. He'll even wipe the tears that are rolling down your cheeks after he removes his large finger from your eye socket. (I was going to say "orifice" but that sounded a bit scandalous.)

Gale force winds held these two up.
According to Wikipedia, "A gale is a very strong wind. The U.S. Government's National Weather Service defines a gale as 34 to 47 knots (62.7 km/hr to 86.9 km/hr or 39 miles per hour to 54 miles per hour) of sustained surface winds."


It was even strong enough to hold up this large, over-grown tootsie roll. Mmmm, tootsie rolls.
I found this rope on the beach. I think it must be a remnant of Rapunzel's hair. Only it was bleached and laid out in the sun to dry, and tossed carelessly into the ocean where numerous sea animals made it their home and only after sucking all the nutrients from it's marrow, did they surrender it to the tide where it washed up here on our shores.
I learned me how to set a trap. The Trappers were frightened indeed. In fact, at one point I had them grimacing and looking away, so afraid were they that I might out-trap them.

Sheer cliffs below, with nothing but Mother Nature keeping them there.
The Chief was always watching...
Beach Art

Proof that Bigfoot exists in miniature form. And he may be taking on the shape of a racoon from time to time.

My prince made me a nice little head piece. It's so that I can track him using radar and this way I'll always know where he is. Never again will he be able to escape me. And Tam, this is something you'll find out on your honeymoon! Hehe
I may have had to use my feet to try to hold the trap open. Use my feet in the sand. Use my feet to stand on a metal trap IN THE SAND.
If it weren't for the pink, you might mistake me for a bona-fide trapper. Well, that and the namby-pamby like way I'm holding the trap; as if it will come to life and EAT ME!
A wild cucumber. Apparently, these buggers are highly hallucinogenic. But no one told me that until after I set the trap. Good thing too. I might have TOTALLY FREAKED OUT!
Proof that my trap was the only one visited by any creature during the night. So what if it was just a colony of mice? If only my tension had been a bit lighter....

I could eat him right up. After eating the hallucinogenic cucumber, of course.
A sea anemone. Spell check anyone?
This sweet little guy was quite the trooper. He is the son of The Other Trapper. In his hand is a salmon berry. He was saving it for the raccoon he was certain we would see. He ended up carrying this berry around with him the entire time we were on the beach. It got a bit mushy, but he was determined.
Father and Son Trapper (and wifey and baby girl below). Never a dull (or unlaughable) moment with this family around. I think I about peed my pants laughing the night before at the pizza parlor. We closed that place down! Literally. The employees were waiting for us behind the counter with the keys in their hands. They kept getting out the vacuum and vacuuming and stuff. It was almost like they wanted us to leave or something. But The Other Trapper was in the middle of a great story and I was not going to interrupt him. I had to find out what happened after he puked behind the bench after downing a whole quart of Heineken. Totally worth the dirty looks and threat of arrest.

It was not windy at all.

I thought of transplanting some of these into my own yard, but then I realized that I would have to buy a special fan that sprays mists of salt water on them continuously for 363 days of the year. I just don't have that many outlets outside to keep up with them. That and the fact that it would seriously deplete my salt budget.

We had a great time sleeping out under the stars, making the most of our outdoors restroom, visiting with good friends, and remembering what made us fall in love, all over again. Totally cheesy, I know. But so true. So true.

Thanks to Megan and the Hartman fam for taking care of our brood whilst we were away.

And a huge Gracias to The Other Trapper and his amazing wife and children for entertaining us.

P.S. Sorry Other Trapper. Guess you'll just have to take lessons from The Trapper. He truly is a God. Except during hunting season. Then he's merely a man.