Thursday, August 4, 2011

I'm Only A Month Late!

Better late than never.  No, I’m not talking about my period.  I’m finally getting around to posting about my 4th of July weekend.  We drove up to Grand Teton National Park just past Jackson Hole, Wyoming.  I had never been to this park before but was pretty excited.  It sounded so dignified, noble and majestic.  The Grand Teton!  I expressed this thought to E2 who was driving. 

He gave me the side eye glance and said “It was named by French trappers”.  

Me: “Oh really?  That’s cool.”

Now he fully turns his head to look at me.

“Dawn, you know some French.  Think about it.”

Me: “I know grand means big but I don’t think I ever learned teton.”

E2: *sigh* “Tit.  It means Big Tit.”

Me: “Seriously?  They named a mountain after a boob?  How long were they in the wilderness for?  They must have been really hard up.  Heh.  Get it?  Hard up?”

E2: …….


By the time we made it to the park, it was late and too dark to see anything.  But the next morning, with the wildflowers and the beaming sun and the blue sky and fresh air, I am happy to report it was the grandest tit I’ve ever seen.


Magnificent, isn't it?


I decided to start the weekend off with a lovely golden tan

Ya know, or not.

E2 spent quite a lot of time playing with his camera, capturing the beauty and wildlife around us.


I loitered around waiting for the opium in the flowers to take effect, knocking E2 unconscious and allowing me all the time I wanted to take advantage of his comatose, sexy self.  I waited quite awhile since those flowers turned out to not be poppies and this wasn't the Wizard of Oz.  Ah well.  The best laid plans and all that.

I was quickly distracted from my plans of gropery by Bullwinkle hanging out in the shrubbery.

"Eff off assholes."
We also saw the makings of my favorite kind of burger.

It looks monumentally more appetizing on a toasted bun with smoked Gouda.

And finally, the highlight of the whole weekend.  This sweet little duo made their way through our campsite a couple of times each day we stayed there.  They were unimpressed with us and did their very best to ignore our existence.

Get off my ass Ma!  I've totally got this.

All together now...AWWWWWWW!

It was a fantastic weekend and I was glad I went, despite the fact it was camping...again.  

One huge 4th of July weekend bonus…no fireworks.  Didn’t have to endure the neighbors setting them off at all hours of the night.  No worrying if the little maggots next door trying to pass themselves off as children were going to toss their still-lit sparkers over the fence into the garden.  No listening to the neighborhood dogs howling their displeasure.  I was happy to have missed all the festivities.   

Does this make me unpatriotic?  Does the fact that had I been there, I would have sat on the front porch in my camping chair and thrown empty bottles of gin while screaming obscenities at the children who ventured too close to the lawn make me a bad American?  Being half Canadian do I even care?

Meh.  I'm too tired for this.  I still have to pack for this weekend.  We're leaving tomorrow morning to head up to the Uintas.  Guess why.  Uh huh.  More camping.

 God Save The Queen!

16 comments:

  1. Wow, that is some serious beauty! I feel the same way about camping as I do about working out--I complain about it constantly, but feel so good when it's over. Have fun!

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  2. I feel like the whole "Canadian" thing is strike against you in the patriotic category. You, Justin Beiber, and Alanis Morissette will never truly be Americans. But the throwing gin bottle thing would've gotten you pretty close.
    UM BEAUTIFUL STUFF! Very jealous of all of the wildlife you got to see. I always joke that the next moose I see when I'm camping I'm going to steal and make my horse.
    So far, no dice.

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  3. That first pic is a postcard. Sell that! Ah, the moose...wait! I have an idea that I'm going to start writing. It's called "The Moose and the Big Tit." Instant classic!

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  4. Oh my.....um if not watching/lighting fireworks makes us less patriotic...Whoooop Whoopp!!!! I would have so loved camping with y'all! How amazing to see such beauty! We never have anything exciting going on in FL for this...I don't remember a really good fireworks party, camping out here is with the gators versus the beauty you saw....can i get an invite, eh?!!! i'll be up pronto!!! xo

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  5. VV Darling, LOVE the pics! What a wonder time... Cups Up! xoxo

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  6. Elana- Just got back from this weekends adventure and yeah...it feels good that it's over.

    Tricia- Dammit! What if I upgrade to a whiskey bottle? Wait, is whiskey an upgrade?
    I would LOVE to see you romping through a meadow on the back of a moose!

    Joshua- The Moose and the Big Tit? I don't see how you could go wrong and yet, the apprehension is setting in.

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  7. Andrew- Aren't they? If I hadn't thought Mamma would have pummeled me with her hooves, I would have snatched Bambi up for a good 10 minute snuggle.

    Vic- Don't forget the scorpions, snakes and Goliath sized insects. Yep, 4 years of girls camp in Florida. Uck. You have an open invitation!

    C OC Mommy- It really was. :)

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  8. Enjoyed your post. Thanks for stopping by my blog :0)

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  9. That is one beautiful boob...-snrk snrk-

    I collectively AWWW'd at Mamma and babe.

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  10. I thought I was the only one that saw boobs when I looked at the mountains.

    Looks like it was a great trip. I need to get out there some time.

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  11. Marnie- Been the creepy lurker for some time now. Figured I should probably post before someone called me out.

    Remy- You really had no choice. :)

    A Beer- Certain light fixtures, yeah, I can see it but mountains? That's pushing it. Must be a gift. Or a curse.

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  12. Get! Off! My! Lawn! You tell those rugrats. Tell them!
    Love love loved the baby deer pix. Precious!
    (PS: All Dawns? Awesome. ;) )

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  13. Dawn- I concur. I have yet to meet one I haven't liked...and that includes myself!

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  14. Is that a teacup baby deer? I've never seen one so small before. And I live in the country where deer roam our backyard. I am somehow feeling really cheated out of witnessing the cuteness that is a preemie deer!

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