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Aug 18 2007

Drummond Island 2007, Photo Essay

Published by under Outdoors,Photos,The Fam,The Man,Travel

Today we returned from our trip to Drummond Island. The weather was less warm than we might have liked, with a lot more wind than we were expecting, but it was still beautiful. We did have one absolutely perfect day (Wednesday) that we took full advantage of. We took a long pontoon ride, all around a bunch of neighboring islands. On this trip, we saw the damndest thing. Halfway between Drummond Island and the next island out (there’s about 1/2 to 3/4 of a mile of water between them), we came across a red squirrel just swimming along. No freaking idea what that was about.

J-bird and I spent a lot of the ride sitting in the very front of the pontoon, pushing against the water with our feet.

After we were done tooling around, we heaved to at a sandy beach on a nearby island that we’ve been to many times in previous years. The water this year was very low, so we didn’t do much swimming, but it was the perfect depth for wading around with the niece and helping her find rocks, seashells, and going SPLOOSH in the water.

We stayed up late one night, sitting on the docked pontoon watching the Perseid meteor shower. We were one day off from the peak, but we still managed to see some very impressive meteors in the sky. One was so big it looked like someone had used a camera flash on the boat. In other sky-related news, last night (Friday) we all ran outside at 9:54 PM and watched the space shuttle Endeavor streaking across the sky. It is amazing how little time it’s visible for – and then it fades away into the distance, as though it’s going out.

We spent a lot of time doing what we love best on vacation – lounging around reading books, or just hanging out and talking. I fought through The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie and then picked up the much lighter fare of the Conclave of the Shadows trilogy by Raymond Feist. There was card playing, and alcohol consuming, and fire sitting galore.

On Friday, The Man, J-bird, her husband (he really needs a nickname), and I took off in J-bird and H.H’s Jeep for a big explore. Drummond Island is a haven for those who love to trail ride, as the whole island is peppered with ORV trails. We were gone longer than we thought we would be, but we had never been down some of these trails, and they got pretty rough in spots. We did have to turn back a couple times when the way became impassable, but we did see some awesome things and added a few more places to our “cool spots” list.

The Man on the footpath to the Glen Cove sand shore. Not very far from the ORV trail. We didn’t know there was a sand shore; we’d only found the rock shore on previous trips.

Me and The Man at the Glen Cove sand shore.

The Glen Cove rock shore.

Part of the trail to Marble Head Point.

Looking down from the cliff top at Marble Head Point. The cliff face was split in twain at this spot.

Me and J-bird on another trail leading away from Marble Head. In the spring, this trail is used for mud bogging at the Jeep Jamboree. When we went down it, all the evidence that remained were huge ruts (like this one) and some small(er) mud patches.

The week went by much too fast. We love it up at Drummond Island. Every time we go it seems like we never have enough time to do everything we want to do. But, we always really enjoy whatever it is we’re doing, even if it’s just relaxing with the family, teasing each other, and cooking up some barbeque.

Next trip: back up to Dr. Mom’s for Labor Day weekend.

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Aug 07 2007

I may be broken.

Published by under Friends,The Fam,Travel

We’re leaving for Drummond Island in a few days. This is, for those of you who are new, our somewhat annual family get-together. We go up north and hang out with my mom, stepdad, and whatever siblings we can rustle up. This year, pickings on the sibling front will be slim, since one is in Australia, her twin is going to visit her in September and can’t afford two vacations so close together, and another has once again succumbed to the need to work for a living. J-bird and her husband are crossing their fingers that nothing will stop them from going, but their plans are considered tentative until they are actually on the car ferry to the island.

That was a lot of exposition. But, I was talking to Mom on the phone today. She called to tell me that she and stepdad might be going up a couple of days early, depending. We talked about what had changed at the place where we always stay, and then she mentioned off-hand that she was already packing. And she had just talked to J-bird, and she was also already packing.

What. The. F?

Just so you know, we’re leaving on Saturday. It is now Tuesday. And these people are already packing their clothes. I asked Mom, rather incredulously, “Uh, how many clothes do you have? Because if I packed now, I would be running around naked until Saturday.” I mean, I like clothing as much as anyone, but my summer wardrobe is pretty small, just because every year I realize that there are 3-5 shirts that didn’t make it through the rigors of summer activity and have been relegated to dust rags. Summer is a rough season on clothes.

But, it’s not even that. I can’t conceive of doing anything that far ahead of time. Sure, I have some errands that need to be done before we go up north, but they are things like ‘get an oil change’ and ‘make sure we have cash for bridges and tolls’. Packing this far ahead? CRAZY. It’s way too out-in-front for me.

Maybe it all ties into something that Mackers and I talked about a couple months ago. She had sent me one of those surveys that you fill out in ten minutes and then forward on to everyone you’ve ever met. One of the questions was something like “Would you ever date me?” My answer was that, aside from the fact that neither of us is gay, we would drive each other nuts because I am far too laid-back for her. It’s true, I get stressed about some things, but they are things that the rest of the world generally considers stupid and unlikely. When it comes to things like packing for a trip that is still four days out, or keeping the house totally immaculate, or even holding down a job just because that’s what people do – those things don’t bother me so much.

Now I’m wondering if this is a symptom of me being broken in some heretofore unsuspected way. Because if both my mom and my sister are packing this far ahead, it either means that they are totally freaking nuts, or that I am way too relaxed about making sure that all seven of my summer shirts make it into a suitcase.

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Aug 02 2007

There is hope.

Published by under Media,The Fam

So, last night, Grandma, Mom, J-bird, and I were sitting in McDonald’s, enjoying a totally unhealthy dinner. Right behind us was one of those half-walls that are so popular in McDonald’s. We were just eating, chatting away, when slowly we all realized what was coming from the other side of the partition.

J-bird: So then I -
Unseen small boy: Nuh-na-nah-na-nuh-nuh-NA! Ballroom blitz! Ballroom blitz!
Me: *snerk*
J-bird: Uh. . .
Unseen small boy: It’s a ballroom blitz! Ballroom blitz!
Me: Is he singing. . .?
J-bird: Yes, but not very well.
Me: Yeah, but how cool is it that he even knows that song? Or maybe he just watched Wayne’s World?
Unseen Small Boy: What goes around comes around! I’ll tell you why!
J-bird: Nope, he’s just got cool parents.
Me: Awesome.

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