Well, it seems our little travel blog has outlived its title. " Swamp Loggers" apparently aired its last episode sometime during last years action packed trip. Of course there is no dearth of quality inspiration from the same er...swamp: "Here Comes Lucy's Boo-Boo's", or, in a nod to Gabe's current place of employment,"Fish Nation--That's What We Dis-em-Bowel!" are both begging to be chosen. However,being both technologically challenged ( how DID I do that logo thing???) as well as downright lazy, and not wanting to lose EITHER of our followers, we soldier on unchanged. Call it nostalgic.
Once again,the RED ROOF gods are casting their scarlet rays upon us. We've managed to parlay their 40th Anniversary Sale into 3 nights lodging on the way down for a grand total of $72.98. Plus tax,of course.
So, after gathering a 90 day supply of all the required pills,potions and nostrums for ourselves and the dogs,we're off tomorrow!
Once again, we're toting tent and Aerobed, in case anyone wants to join in the fun for a few days.
Jan. 21-Feb.28= Hobe Sound (airport=West Palm)
Feb.28-Mar.9= Tampa area
Mar10-Mar.21=Panhandle (airport=Tallahassee or Panama City)
Mar22-Mar30= Huntington Beach State Park in South Carolina
Shoot us an e-mail or a call on Mark's cell.
We'll keep you posted when and if something bigger than a breadbox happens.
Look forward to some good reads! Have fun! SEF
ReplyDeleteSafe travels! Keep a rating on the RedRoof's-our home away from home! Kris
ReplyDeleteAnd they are off.... sorry not to make it down again, but, this stupid illness made getting to the living room difficult, much less the Cape. Safe travels..... *susan*
ReplyDeleteAw, for Chissakes is that all the warning we get?! "Hi, we're in the car, leaving NOW." You know, you're really throwing me into a flashback to sixth grade when my mom would step into my room and say, "Wake up, Steve. It's seven o'clock."
ReplyDeleteAnd I'd go, "That's it? Boom, it's seven?? Could you give me some warning, like hey, it's not quite seven, so get ready?" God, it's like she was trying to kill me.
So the next day she said, "Steve, it's six forty-five, time to wake up."
And I went, "Six forty-five?! What is this, Europe? How about a 'quarter to seven,' huh? What's that--how many kilos of muesli can we rig on the lorry? I don't know--let's call the Chancellor of the Exchequer!"
The next day I surprised her by screwing the furniture to the ceiling and strapping myself up there in bed. Psych!
Okay, where was I... Oh, your latest trip! This year--even with the skimpy notice--I will be pleased to follow your every vacation moment... in that UPS van you see following three car lengths behind you. (Hi!) This gives me a clear view ahead, (just saw you look!) extra room for all my new surveillance gadgets, and I am devastating in shorts. (Whoever came up with this color was looking into a well-used diaper.)
Just a few safety slash fun tips:
Wash your hands, there's a flu somethingorother doing something.
I only have fifteen dollars so leave the car unlocked and some cash in the glove compartment.
When you stop for gas I'll try to be the next one in, so zap your card again before you pull away.
Order an extra "Pile O'Tots" when you hit Shoney's. I'll grab it on my way through.
Sweet!
Gotcha covered, dudes.
S.
Great news, Em, El, Gee,
ReplyDeleteThis won't be another boring trip to Florida to take pictures of your dog. The Python Tournament is in full gala swing and we are going to win that sucker!! With my brains and Mark's world-famous ability to lie still, victory is just hours away. Here's the way I see it: we find a damp spot in the Everglades where Mark will work his motionless magic. Lucy, Gordon and I, equiped with night-vision goggles, will stand watch throughout the long treacherous night. Okay, I get tired at ten and flat out by ten-thirty, but let's say we watch as long as we can. If, and we can only hope, as well as rub "squirrel" scent on him, that Mark will be gone in the morning, carried away by a rogue she-monster snake. Not to worry! Equipped with his trusty smart-phone, Mark can while away the hours playing Words with Friends deep in the gullet of the dragon while we triangulate his exact position using CSI Miami stuff and awesome electronic accessories like you couldn't believe. By now, the degenerate reptile that absconded with dear Mark has come to cherish his presence and decided not to digest him, instead barfing him up in a recumbent tribute to the Mighty King Python, himself. Fa-ZINGG-G-G-G!!!! That's when we pounce on the unsuspecting King and his elongated court, securing the win, the momentum in this valiant fight against limbless invaders, and darn near most of Mark. All that's left is to return the electro-junk, collect our sumptuous winnings, and make a quick pit-stop and the hospital!
I'll round up the squirrel scent and meet you in the Glades.
Captain X
So... slight change in the other-wise flawless plan. At the last second, Mark faked a coughing jag and with a big snake coming, I lay down in the clearing. Badda-bing, I am slithering south. This smart phone has some cool stuff, including a compass! How do they do that? If you're wondering what it feels like to be eaten by a snake, I'd say that you're not so much being eaten, as you are being surrounded. It's like being fitted for a suit you really don't want.
ReplyDeleteIt is dark in here, naturally, but the phone has a flashlight so I looked around a little. There's some pretty questionable looking stuff down toward the tail, so I tried going up front. As I got up around the last bend, I could hear that as she moved along, the snake was humming. I hate humming. You know that "Humming Chorus" from Puccini's Madame Butterfly? Jeez, did he get used. When Luiggi Some-a-thingorother, the librettist, showed Puccini his work, there must have been a couple pages of Mmmmmm-m-m-m-m-m. Huh? Write some words, ya putz! Or, if all else fails, "Do-be-do-be-do." What's so hard about that?!
Anyway, the humming drove me nuts so I'm back in the middle. Nobody likes a back-snake driver, anyway, and you really can't see much through the eye-holes. I don't know how she's steering this thing. I called Mark just now to see how the triangulation is going, you know, for my triumphant rescue slash python capture. He says they're heading over to Boca for the Conch Festival. It sounds like fun, though I always found conch a little chewy. That should work, plan-wise. It's probably a haul to the lair of the Great Python King. Just killing time back here I found a first edition of The Catcher in the Rye. I better tell her this could be worth something. I was thinking about reading it to pass the time but got going on Amazon. That One-Click thing is dangerous. You're all getting Dyson vacuum cleaners. Either that or Gabe's getting seven. I might try these arch supports, too--they have great reviews. Who reviews arch supports? They probably hum while they're writing the review.
I'll check in later--gotta find a way to charge this thing.
Captain X
Life is sweet in the belly of the beast...
Delete'Cause when she sings I hear a symphony
And I'm swallowed in sound as it echoes through me
I'm renewed,oh how I feel alive and though autumn's advancing
We'll stay young,go dancing
Life is sweet in the belly of the beast
In the belly of the beast
Death Cab for Cutie
---You can have this ringtone sent to your cell!