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Friday, March 25, 2011

Get Out of Dodge Part III: The Bahamas


As if we hadn't had enough fun between Texas and Florida, Nate and I figured that as long as we were in the neighborhood, we should mosey on down to the Bahamas via cruise. We went with our buds Garrett and Kerra, or as Nathan calls them, The Garretts. The Bahamas consisted of three main activities: snorkeling, sunning, and eating. It was paradise.

Oh...there was another activity as well...dancing. I actually got Nate to dance with me. But after seeing this picture of us reenacting our spicy dance moves, I realize it is probably best that we both stay off the dance floor for good.



The End

Monday, March 14, 2011

Get Out of Dodge Part II: Florida


I'm a bad, bad blogger. But for those of you kept on the edge of your seat for the last month or so, here's the next installment of our trip.

After Texas, we headed off to the other side of the States to lovely Naples, Florida. Here's a little taste of what we experienced.




We're happy to be getting a tan in January.



Jellyfish were everywhere along the beach. I wasn't brave enough to get in the water.

The Everglades tour was one of the best parts of our trip. Totch was just what you'd picture a man with the name "Totch" to be.



What we saw going through the Everglades.



What the animals saw when we went through the Everglades.









Yay for Florida! Next stop: Bahamas!

Friday, February 25, 2011

Get Out of Dodge Part I: Texas

Nate and I went on a trip. For those of you who read this blog this is old news. Especially since on that trip I was able to hit up two of my three readers on the way. Here's a recap anyhow.

One of Nathan's best friends moved to Florida with his wife to go to graduate school. We had never been to Florida and we thought that having friends living there now would be a perfect excuse to go. So we planned a trip to Florida. But since Texas is halfway to Florida and two of my favorite people live in Texas, we made a slight detour to lovely San Antonio and Austin.

First stop: San Antonio (and the little town of Gruene).

Nathan and I were sick sick sick the first part of the trip, so San Antonio turned out to be mostly marathon sleeping sessions and not the coastal camping and fishing adventure that was originally planned. However, we did rise from our deathbed a couple times to get in what fun and revelry we could. The following pictures are all courtesy of Jess since I have the awful habit of forgetting my camera whenever something good is happening.






















Oh Jess....

After San Antonio we headed over to The Freshman's. Only she's in her last semester of grad school so I guess that term no longer applies (actually, I guess it hasn't applied since she was, well, a freshman). Ali and Bryce taught us how to live it up southern style by gorging ourselves at the Salt Lick (amazing all-you-can-eat barbecue) and then returning home to plop on the couch and watch the whole first season of The Big Bang Theory (we're hooked). Again, I am bad with the camera skills so the only proof I have that we were there is this one picture taken with Ali's camera phone to make Rosie jealous.


Oh Ali...

Friday, December 31, 2010

Happiest Place on Earth

Earlier this year Disneyland did a promotion to try and get one million hours of volunteer service. They offered a free Disneyland ticket to anyone who went and volunteered for a few hours at one of their designated areas. Seeing as tickets to Disneyland are going for $76 dollars these days, Nate and I jumped on the service bandwagon. We got our free tickets and made a trip down to Anaheim to enjoy the fruits of our labors.

Neither of us are big Disneyland people and so we planned our trip for the evening, when there would be shorter lines and less crowds. We got there at about seven and were surprised that we did not have to pay for parking. Disneyland is not typically known for letting anybody slide by without paying. When we got to the ticket counter we found out why; during the winter months, the park closes at eight o'clock. Oh crap. Our tickets expired at the end of the year, so we just decided to go for it and have a forty-five minute blitz of California Adventure. Let me tell you, it was probably the most fun Nate and I have ever had in 3/4 of an hour.


On the ferris wheel. You can't tell, but it was a great view.






People were kissing inside of the A. Blech.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Conquering the Black Canyon in an 18' Scanoe

We have acquired a scanoe. What is a scanoe you ask? Good question. I didn’t know either until we had one. It is a square-backed canoe. Scanoe. The more you look at that word the more wrong it appears to be spelled. No matter, moving on.

Nathan is a man of adventure and risks. I am a woman of adventure, but not so much risk. When he suggested that we load all our camping gear up in our big, green, duct tape over a hole, not sure if it even will float scanoe and take it up to the Colorado River for a camping trip, I was a bit hesitant to say the least. Typically when Nate gets a new water toy it ends up broken down or on fire during some point in its voyage.

Nonetheless, he talked me into it, and away we headed to the great state of Arizona.

We put in at Willow Beach (notice giant patch job on the side).


It didn't sink!






Some cave exploring.






Water levels were so low all the beaches were covered with some kind of marsh muck.


I absolutely love this place.






Also, I absolutely love this man.


In all, the trip was a huge success. I'm glad Nate was able to overlook my "I don't want to go because the boat is going to sink and we are going to die" attitude. He's made a scanoe believer out of me.