Posted in Beach, Tourist Attraction

Wiggly Eyes

Mr. C. Cow wanted to stop at some random beach the other day to collect seashells. He was watching some crafty show on television the other day so he’s been into multiple different types of crafts. One day we were hiking so he could find pretty rocks to turn into various rocky woodland creature statues complete with wiggly eyes. Another day we were looking for different fall leaves so that he could make holiday centerpieces. Today it was the need to look for seashells so that he could make them into necklaces.  I’m really glad that Mr. C. Cow has gotten into the whole arts and crafts thing. It’s good to see him making something beautiful with his own two (counts…four) hoofs.

While searching the beach for the perfect shells we happened upon two animals holding up a sign pointing to where the party was. What party you ask? Well…we have absolutely no clue what party they were talking about. Beach party? Birthday party? When they told us we were more then welcome to come to the party it didn’t matter what kind it was. Free cake!

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I’m always up for the random party. It’s one of the main reasons I keep party hats in the glove box in case of emergency. I also cannot deny Mr. C. Cow (Who was standing there with this bucket of shells moo-ing about free food) the opportunity to get his party on. Following their sign directions we went in search of the party party.

It ended up being more of a fall festival party then a party that involved cake. Mr. C. Cow was a tad bit upset at first since he believes that all parties should involve cake. Doesn’t matter if it’s a cocktail party or beach party, there should always be a cake.

We did run into a humorous chipmunk who was eating apples while laying in a hammock. Mr. C. Cow took their picture then made it into an advertisement trying to sell hammocks.

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I see that his current love of arts and crafts combined with his newfound talent for taking postcards has morphed into making fake advertisements. Everyone needs a hobby I guess.

After eating multiple bushels of apples we took Mr. C. Cows bucket of shells back to the camper and were on our way. I can’t wait to see what his necklaces will look like when he’s done. Life is funny sometimes as we went from shell hunting to party guests to hammock sales people then back to making shell necklaces. Can’t say we’re boring.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

SL Location: Balamb Garden (M) 

 

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Posted in Beach, Nature, Tourist Attraction

Shells Optional

Today I let Mr. C. Cow do most of the driving.  I was feeling a tad bit under the weather and needed to take a nap. When I awoke I noticed that we had turned off the major highway and were driving the camper on a beach. I’m amazed he didn’t get us stuck in the sand!! Or drive into the water! I don’t really want to find out if we would float or not. Maybe I should let him drive more often when I’m awake. Just in case he thinks a camper can fly.

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I’m not saying he’s not a good driver. He just…get’s a little distracted at times. Sometimes he’s too busy playing air guitar to pay attention to road signs. One time he was trying to eat noodles and drive with his back hoofs. Funny to watch but not so funny when you can’t really see the road driving this way.

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Can you image if I had to teach him how to drive a stick?

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“Tipsy” Cerulean

Location: Da Vinci Gardens (G)

Posted in Bar/Pub, Beach, Food, Tourist Attraction

Summer Pizza

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Since it’s Summer Mr. C. Cow and I decided that we needed to find a beach to plant our tushes on and provided us with the essential items like sun, drinks, and pizza. Ok. Pizza was not on our list of things the Summer needs but we actually found a beach that had a wood fired pizza oven. Mr. C. Cow thought it would be a good idea to take the idea of Summer and put it onto a pizza. His idea of a Pizza Summer consists of pineapple, fresh grass clippings, and squash. I’m not too partial to the idea of a freshly mowed lawn on my pizza so I picked zucchini, tomato, and basil.

After our pizzas we decided to wait an hour before venturing out into the water. Is this really a thing? Do you actually have to wait an hour after eating to go swimming? As an otter most of us kinda eat while swimming. We’ll just be on the safe side and wait. I don’t want to have to rescue a cow because he got cramps while swimming. I’m also a little leery of getting into water that has a sign informing me that it’s really deep. I’m not that tall so water that might go up to most peoples waist kinda goes over my head. Yes. I know. I’m an otter. I just don’t like to get my beehive wet.

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Mr. C. Cow now wants me to put a pizza oven in the camper. I’m thinking we can just come back here for a bit of the beach pizza. I don’t think a stone oven rolling around with us in a camper is a safe idea.

Tipsy Cerulean

Location: Tranquil Tiki Island (M)