Mehh,
Been awhile since I've shared something so I'll go with a familiar trip that never bores me.
Saturday was a man trip day.
So Sam, Jason, and I, with Bee-Gees C/D (A staple for this drive) went off to a junket to Seven Bridges road to check out the fly population. 542 was nice and we caught 9 just right, no real cars.
Caught the GiffordTown School House a bit early but a fellow happened to be there to let us in.
Behold, it was Barry C's father. Interesting fellow. Quite the talker.
Eventually Pete Stemmer got in but we had committed to go and we will have to see him again when we have more time. it was funny to see how many mutual folks we all know.
Then to the bridges which were like old friends up to the end. Clothes drenched in repellant, which only serve as a drink before their meal, did nothing to the demon flies. Two couples and an old timer were making good time to their cars and off to safer ground. Up the path to the water I wish I felt like stopping but chose not to. Sam was in a grey tank top and at one point from behind, leg to shorts, to top, to head and hair was a mass of black. Wild. Jason... did not approve, at all, to any of this. Oh well, we spent a scant bit of time and headed to the car. Some fellow and his lady were getting out of a car and he indicated his wishes to have a look at things. The lady did not seem the wild things loving type. So says me, "there's great sights up that path by all means it'll give you a memory you'll not soon forget". She already looked suspicious. perhaps that date may have ended poorly but hey, it got a smile out of Sam. He knows just how low I can be. It was some long time riding a little faster than the posted limits with open windows and A/C on to drive the intrusive Demons out that breeched the security of the car. Is it impossible to comprehend that flies dig Disco music?
Back to friendlier beaches and breezes at first bridge and for awhile then to Stewart's for touristy food, fries, & sodypop. Why not? We all were kind of peacefully sleepy and dreamy and the pleasant ride home made for a late afternoon rest on all parts. We left the women folk home on this one and given the maneaters it was best. All in, when we try to split our load with multiple chillun', sometimes you just gotta do a Man Run. That's about it. Oh, hi all.
g.
Been awhile since I've shared something so I'll go with a familiar trip that never bores me.
Saturday was a man trip day.
So Sam, Jason, and I, with Bee-Gees C/D (A staple for this drive) went off to a junket to Seven Bridges road to check out the fly population. 542 was nice and we caught 9 just right, no real cars.
Caught the GiffordTown School House a bit early but a fellow happened to be there to let us in.
Behold, it was Barry C's father. Interesting fellow. Quite the talker.
Eventually Pete Stemmer got in but we had committed to go and we will have to see him again when we have more time. it was funny to see how many mutual folks we all know.
Then to the bridges which were like old friends up to the end. Clothes drenched in repellant, which only serve as a drink before their meal, did nothing to the demon flies. Two couples and an old timer were making good time to their cars and off to safer ground. Up the path to the water I wish I felt like stopping but chose not to. Sam was in a grey tank top and at one point from behind, leg to shorts, to top, to head and hair was a mass of black. Wild. Jason... did not approve, at all, to any of this. Oh well, we spent a scant bit of time and headed to the car. Some fellow and his lady were getting out of a car and he indicated his wishes to have a look at things. The lady did not seem the wild things loving type. So says me, "there's great sights up that path by all means it'll give you a memory you'll not soon forget". She already looked suspicious. perhaps that date may have ended poorly but hey, it got a smile out of Sam. He knows just how low I can be. It was some long time riding a little faster than the posted limits with open windows and A/C on to drive the intrusive Demons out that breeched the security of the car. Is it impossible to comprehend that flies dig Disco music?
Back to friendlier beaches and breezes at first bridge and for awhile then to Stewart's for touristy food, fries, & sodypop. Why not? We all were kind of peacefully sleepy and dreamy and the pleasant ride home made for a late afternoon rest on all parts. We left the women folk home on this one and given the maneaters it was best. All in, when we try to split our load with multiple chillun', sometimes you just gotta do a Man Run. That's about it. Oh, hi all.
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