(title by Ben)
Our precious used CDs and unneeded books and DVDs have been selling well on
Half.com (see
Sell Your Stuff) and the proceeds were put to good use this week - snowshoes for the boys. Hard as it is to believe, we've sold enough mid-90's
Carmen,
Simon and Garfunkel,
Indigo Girls, and
Tom Petty to finance two sets of LL Bean Winter Walkers!
And the inner-explorer within my boys has been awakened. After all, why would you walk
on the trail when you're wearing snowshoes specifically designed to hold your weight on un-packed snow?
I don't want to worry you, but apparently the South Fork of Provo Canyon is riddled with horrors - according to Ben's GPS, everybody else in our expedition was killed by tigers, coyotes, and indians except for one person who was transformed by the indians into a medium-sized black dog. We took pity on that guy and brought him home with us, thought we haven't yet figured out how to reverse the transformation. At one point we even came across some orange peels near the trail - proof positive of the presence of both tigers
and indians. I had no idea. Glad we have such a knowledgeable guide.
I won't lie to you - we were worried, especially since our party was comprised
exclusively of women and children. But thanks to Ben's trusty GPS and our ever-so-rugged snowshoes we emerged from our romp/expedition unscathed.
And upon returning (safely) home, I found Ben's dragon boots still clipped into his snowshoes, ready for another day's adventures. After all, why go through all of the effort of snapping the boots into the bindings when you can leave them, fireman-style, all prepped for another expedition?!?
Our precious used CDs and unneeded books and DVDs have been selling well on Half.com (see Sell Your Stuff) and the proceeds were put to good use this week - snowshoes for the boys. Hard as it is to believe, we've sold enough mid-90's Carmen, Simon and Garfunkel, Indigo Girls, and Tom Petty to finance two sets of LL Bean Winter Walkers!
And the inner-explorer within my boys has been awakened. After all, why would you walk on the trail when you're wearing snowshoes specifically designed to hold your weight on un-packed snow?
I don't want to worry you, but apparently the South Fork of Provo Canyon is riddled with horrors - according to Ben's GPS, everybody else in our expedition was killed by tigers, coyotes, and indians except for one person who was transformed by the indians into a medium-sized black dog. We took pity on that guy and brought him home with us, thought we haven't yet figured out how to reverse the transformation. At one point we even came across some orange peels near the trail - proof positive of the presence of both tigers and indians. I had no idea. Glad we have such a knowledgeable guide.
I won't lie to you - we were worried, especially since our party was comprised exclusively of women and children. But thanks to Ben's trusty GPS and our ever-so-rugged snowshoes we emerged from our romp/expedition unscathed.
And upon returning (safely) home, I found Ben's dragon boots still clipped into his snowshoes, ready for another day's adventures. After all, why go through all of the effort of snapping the boots into the bindings when you can leave them, fireman-style, all prepped for another expedition?!?
2 comments:
I'm so glad you all made it home safely. I had no idea how dangerous it was in your neck of the woods.
Glad to see you put your extra funds to good use. I'll have to see what I can get rid of around here!
Lou Ann & Lexie too
Love the last pic and the preparation for another adventure! What a great idea!!
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