OK, it is time for the annual "Wheely Mudfest, Hog Hunt, and Extreme Eating Extravaganza" next weekend. Due to a quirk in the calendar, February 1st actually comes on the first day of February this year, and happens to be on a weekend for some odd reason, and thus the convergence of these odd phenomena results in the First Weekend in February actually starting in January.
Least that's what the Head Honcho of this thing said. I said "Duh, ok".
He and I will leave Wed morning and spend Wed/Thurs/Fri down there.......I don't know what we'll do. I have more bullcrap to carry in than the law allows........remember this is 1 mile OFF of the parking lot, through mud, so whatever you can carry is what you take. He has his bed there, but I don't, so I have to take sleeping bag, pillow, etc. And since we are in YET ANOTHER FLIPPING POLAR VORTEX I have to take my Big Britches too. Plus a Hog gun, a coyote gun, a squirrel gun, a crow gun, and maybe my deer huntin' crossbow (though I am doing my best to talk him out of that big bulky thing, we ain't gonna deer hunt I bet). AND all the accoutrements and ammo for the above. Plus all the food we will need till Friday, plus cokes, plus gasoline, plus.........
sigh.
I am trying to pack now. I started yesterday afternoon. The trouble is, I have the Heartbreak of Senility and Psoriasis, and thus I can not remember today what is in that big old suitcase that I packed yesterday. I guess, sigh, I'm going to have to break out my actual list and start crossing stuff off. That seems like cheating, but hey.
He says the water is way up down there, unlike the rest of the state which has burn bans it's so dry, so everything I own will be wet in about 12 hours...........
Wagons, HO!!!!