We got back from San Diego in mostly one piece.  We hit quite a few spots; Sea World on Wednesday, the Zoo on Thursday, and Doni and I took a Harbor tour on Friday.  I would recommend NOT attending Sea World and/or the Zoo with anyone under the age of 35.  Both were very cool, but my decrepit old bones are too broken down to put up with all that walking.  At a minimum, I dissolved all the cartilage in my knees.  I should have rented a scooter or something.  We got a generous dose of evening entertainment mixed in too… I’m pretty satisfied that I have now “seen San Diego.”  I’m also satisfied that I have traveled enough for a while; I think I’m gonna lay off the vacation for a few months.

In other shocking news, we are once again “dog people.”  We still have Kane of course, but now we have a real pet to go along with him.  (Heh heh.  I’ll get hit for that one.)  More details to follow as they develop; We just got him yesterday and are still getting acquainted.  So far we are getting along like peas and carrots.  The only “incident” of note is that my first attempt at kennelling him failed miserably.  It was recommended that he stay in a crate any time we’re not home, so we went and bought a nice wire crate, and sure enough he went right in it with no complaints.  Alas, when we got back home he was loose in the basement, tail wagging happily as he polished off the last of Kane’s $$$ prescription cat food.  Oh well, no harm.  I “think” I found an assembly flaw in the crate, so we’ll see how he’s doing when I go check on him this afternoon.  I’m working on a web-cam so I can keep an eye on him from work.  A name is still in the works; He goes by a few different names, both of which are under consideration, or we might just pick something new.  Here’s a couple of pics:

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Short and sweet kiddies… I’m leaving for San Diego tomorrow so I got a bunch of stuff to get done before then.  Pack, figure out how I’m getting there, etc.  Doni is already out there with Kim, Ed and I fly out some time tomorrow.

Not a whole lot to tell about the weekend anyway.  Friday night I met Todd at the Brooksider after work, and hung around there until 7:00 or so.  Saturday was the official (for me) opening of the Brooksider deck so of course I ended up sitting out there all afternoon.  (After working a few hours… BOOO!!!!)  Then I watched the basketball games and went home.  Sunday?  Well, you know… more sitting out on the deck at the ‘Sider.  I do like Spring, and I do like sitting on that deck.  I went over and helped a friend set up his new DSL access Sunday night, and so ended the weekend.  Yeah, I know, that’s weak.  But, like I said, I gotta get ready for San Diego.

I did get some new progress pics on the Smoker De’ Brown, I need to get those up.  ETA is two weeks!!!

In light of Munkirs’ posting on the message board, it probably would be a good idea to have some kind of “recognition” listing, for performances above and beyond the ordinary.  Here are a couple of noteworthy accomplishments:

• Todd James:  Maintained his composure at all times while in the canoe, both Thursday and Friday, resulting in an exemplary “dryness” rating for the barges.


• James Munkirs:  For patience above and beyond what would normally be tolerated, even in the face of extreme idiocy.


• The “Ringo and Gargoyle” canoe:  These usually sedentary float participants were observed actually paddling on at least three separate occassions.


• Zim and Chud:  For providing ample feed for all, and audio-visual diversion in the camper.


• Martin:  For his continuing innovation in the food preparation and eating arena, given absolutely no utensils.


• Whoever brought that foul jug of apple crap:  An “A” for effort in trying to bring back a truly lost tradition.  That said, I now remember full well WHY the tradition was lost… because it’s a vile, horrid drink.  Never, ever, ever, bring it again.

Another year, another successful Float.  The drive down and back was nothing short of tedious.  Yeah, it was cold and rained a bit.  Yes, Carl left nasty food all over our campground and we had to clean up after him.  Sure, Kevin’s hyena laugh drove everyone to the brink of insanity.  But, these are the things that make Float Trip.  The crowd was down quite a bit:  I think we had something like 35 canoes on the Friday float.  But, all the people in our “core group” were there.  All things considered, the weather could have been a lot worse.  I think everyone expected a typhoon, so we were happy to take what we got.  It was a bit chilly on the river, but tolerable… Light jacket weather.  As far as our feed went, it seems that we’ve settled into a rut of mediocrity.  We’ve had worse, but we could do better.  It seems that nobody wants to haul a bunch of food down there, and nobody wants to cook it or clean it up either.  It’s just a big hassle.  Thursday night we had pork tenderloin, Friday night was steak and potatoes.  On the river we had your basic junk-food; snack mix, peanut butter crackers, chips, etc.  Changes are already being planned in this area for next year.  (Zimmerman; keep that sentence in mind, you could hear it referred to in the near future.)  Our gear treated us pretty well.  My new coat kept me warm and dry, which is about all you can ask in a coat.  I bought a new rainsuit right before I left and it served as the perfect “on-river” jacket.  Martin brought a new gigantic “car port” that made a nice dining shelter.  Had it actually poured on us as predicted, it would’ve been even more valuable.    Munkirs’ new ride transported us in luxurious comfort; if there is any comfort to be had in a 5-hour drive.  My favorite piece of camping equipment continues to be my tent heater; it was almost unbearably hot in the tent despite being mid-30’s outside.  Unfortunately it runs out of fuel around 4:00 a.m. and then you wake up freezing cold.  I guess I’ll either have to start staying up later so it gets fired up later, or get up and change the propane canister when it runs out.  Or haul a full-size propane tank down.  I can’t think of anything else that bears relating at this time… I took no pictures so I wouldn’t have to post any.  Somebody threw out a rather humorous nickname for me during one of the rare moments of witticism, but I’m not sure I’m too fond of it so it shall remain private at this point.

Since the weather was so marginal, we headed back to KC on Saturday morning.  We got back sometime late in the afternoon; I went to bed and slept well into Sunday morning.  For our Easter lunch we went to Jeremiah Johnson’s up north.  Doni’s parents met us there, and Ed and Mike came too since they didn’t make it home for the holiday.  I had a 12 oz. sirloin steak… very good.  For dinner Donette made a big pot of spagetti, and we went over to Ed’s.  Mike came over too and we had a nice, quiet, dinner.  Proper way to wind down the weekend.

Well, we’re leaving on our camping trip tomorrow.  Glancing out the window, I see that it’s snowing.  Snowing quite hard, actually.  This is NOT good.