Posted in Camping, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

S’more Math

It’s very difficult to find hiking boots that fit a tiny otter foot (paw…flipper…whatever..). Since my foot is so small others have suggested that I look in the children’s shoe section for a better size. Children with feet my size do not hike. They kinda waddle around and fall down a lot. No real market for hiking boots.

Mr. C. Cow can, strangely enough, find boots in his hoof size but has the problem of having to buy two pairs. Four hoofs = two pairs of hiking boots. He’s usually very thrifty and waits for a “buy one, get one half off” sale. As for where he gets boots for hoofs, I assume it’s the same place he finds anything else that fits a cow. The internet. Maybe I should browse the world-wide web for otter shoes.

Boot shopping aside, today we went camping instead of our usual nightly stay in the camper. The weather has been merciful so it’s not too hot or rainy to put up a tent. Gives me an opportunity to wash and hang bed sheets outside while giving Mr. C. Cow the opportunity to search for the perfect stick to roast s’mores on.

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Directions: Insert 1 Marshmallow Laden Stick Into Fire For Roasting. Do Not Catch On Fire!

My laundry endeavor was going brilliantly while Mr. C. Cow’s s’more stick search was not. I had managed to wash and hang multiple loads of blankets while he moo-plained about “this stick is too short” and “this stick looks too sticky”. In exchange for his help, I promised to help him find the perfect stick. His help proved to be pretty amazing as his blanket hanging skills made our campsite look like some sort of hippy blanket den. Right on!

As for the s’more stick search, this proved to be more difficult than I had imagined. Who knew that a stick had to be the perfect length, height, and width, as well as have a balanced marshmallow surface ratio. How am I suppose to figure out this whole surface balance ratio thing? Do I need to use a calculator or a protractor? Do we even own a protractor? Does anyone, actually, own a protractor and use it the correct way that isn’t a mathematician?

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Heeeerreee S’more Stick Stick Sticky Stick!

After much measuring and calculating, the proper s’more stick was put into service. To optimize our marshmallow output, our stick was able to accommodate, comfortably, twenty-three marshmallows. I, personally, don’t see the point of roasting twenty-three marshmallows for two individuals. Mr. C. Cow, on the other hand, does not see the point in not taking advantage of such a fine specimen of s’more stick.

One Cow + One Otter + Three Marshmallows Roasted = Two For Mr. C. Cow And One For Me. This seems like proper math! Mr. C. Cow, on the other hand, sees it as twenty-two for himself and one for me. Fair? Not really, but I don’t want more than one anyways. Here’s to hoping he doesn’t get marshmallow sick.

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All Photo’s Taken In Second Life By Me

Second Life Location: Trail’s End National Park (M)

If you’re wondering, the marshmallows were vegan. Neither Mr. C. Cow or I eat gelatin. (Especially after Mr. C. found out what gelatin is made of. Yikes!)

We actually do own a protractor and use it on a regular basis. Take that math!

 

Posted in Camping, Nature, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Comically Large Neckties

I had to do a bit of shopping the other day because SOMEBODY used all of our cooking spray to lube up their roller skate wheels. Mr. C. Cow decided to stay behind in the camper and do a bit of laundry. I’m proud that he wanted to take part in the daily chores and was more than happy to let him wash stuff. Before I left I explained that, since this was a camper, the washer/dryer unit was small so please don’t over soap or over stuff the machines. After repeating myself a few times I felt more then comfortable to go forth in search of cooking spray.

When I returned my happiness was short-lived. Mr. C. Cow decided to do a GIGANTIC load of comically large neckties in one load. Separating laundry, in his mind, meant doing all of one type of clothing at one time in the washer. The washing machine didn’t know what to do with all of these comically large neckties so it decided to just spit soap bubbles all over the place. The walls. The stove vent. The glove box. If we had wanted to wash the entire inside of the camper then this was the way to go.

After much bubble shoveling and opening of windows and doors to air dry we needed a place to do the rest of the laundry. We also needed a place to stay for the night. I didn’t feel like sleeping in a squishy camper.

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This looks like a quiet place to park.

We were lucky enough to find a nice quiet place where they, not only had a laundry room, but the perfect place to sleep for the night.

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I’ll do the rest of the laundry this time Mr. C.!

Mr. C. Cow set up the campsite for the evening while I did the rest of the laundry. While his comically large neckties were in the dryer I started pondering his collection. There was a giant neon banana necktie and one that looked like a fish. When did he start getting a collection? I can’t remember the last time he even wore a necktie. Maybe Mr. C. Cow was considering dressing up more. Or he could be thinking about starting a prop comedy career. You never know what Mr. C. is thinking sometimes.

The campsite was beautiful and we, sincerely, were more than happy to spend the night among the stars.  A laundry mishap turned into a beautiful evening.

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Glamor Camping!

We need to stop and remember that not everyone knows how to do everything.  Something as simple as laundry might not be so simple if you’ve never done it on your own. All those buttons, knobs, timers, and soap measuring can be confusing. I’m not mad at Mr. C. Cow in any way for making the camper soapy. He tried his hardest and that’s really all that matters to me. Besides, the camper now smells wonderful and we had the opportunity to hang out, together, under the stars. What more could I really ask for?

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All Photos Taken In Second Life By Me 

Second Life Location: The Last Forever (M) 

 

 

Posted in Camping, Holiday, Nature, Tourist Attraction

Haunting On The Lake

Every year Mr. C. Cow and I stop the camper at the Twin Lakes State Park in Virginia and take a few days to help them set up their “Haunting On The Lake”. It’s a really scary haunted trail you can hike for two days during the month of October.

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Last  year when we stopped to help get the trail ready Mr. C. Cow tried spray painting his tongue glow in the dark instead of the scary object he was suppose to paint. I QUICKLY stopped him and informed him that paint goes on a scary object. Not on a tongue. He was really disappointed that he could not make his tongue glow. I’ve been trying to find him some sort of non-toxic tongue paint this year but it has proved to be difficult. He’s just going to have to wear glow in the dark hairspray or cow hide spray or whatever.

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SPOOKY Picture We Took Last Year While Peeping At People Across The Lake.

This year we haven’t had any mishaps with spray paint (We didn’t let him have any.) but he did try to lick all of the hay bales. It’s hard to tell a cow they can’t lick hay but have to use it as decoration. Using hay as decorating material???!!!???  It does not compute in a cows brain.

What we did find is that Mr. C. Cow does a wonderful job of carrying equipment around. He, also, is really handy with an electric drill. If there was things to drill he was there like some sort of Halloween decorating super hero.

We can’t wait to see how everyone loves this years haunted trail. Mr. C. Cow is especially excited as he is planning on dressing as a human being. I’m not exactly sure how he’s going to pull this off but I’m curious to see how he does. Hopefully Mr. C. Cow doesn’t lick any hay bales while people are watching.

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This is a REAL thing that is put on every year at Twin Lakes State Park in Virginia. (Click on the park name for their webpage and more info about the park.) Mr. C. Cow and I HIGHLY recommend that you visit if you are in the area. We help out/go every year and it’s always a lot of scary fun!

It runs from October 21st-22nd 2016. 

The trail is open from 6pm-10pm Friday And Saturday 

There is also a fall festival to go with the haunted trail on Saturday October 22nd that runs from Noon-4pm. It’s a great thing to take smaller children to that don’t want to get scared by the haunted trail.

I would like to give a big thank you to those that work really hard each year to put this on. Thank you!

There is a Friends Of Twin Lakes Facebook page you can check out as well if you have any questions or would like to stay informed.

Posted in Camping, Food, Nature

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Today we went off of the main road and took a detour to visit Mr. C. Cows goose friend Bradshaw. They use to be on the same beach volley ball team back in the day. Bradshaw was wonderful company and told me many stories about their adventures together. I never knew that they use to randomly sing together in bars to impress the ladies!

Bradshaw turned out to be a wonderful host. He showed us around his home town, procured us a place to camp for the night, and even bought us ice cream. Between the funny stories, hospitality, and free ice cream I can understand why Mr. C. Cow is such good friends with this amazing goose. We felt sad that we were only there for one night.

At the campsite we were delighted to meet Bradshaw’s mouse wife Carole who was ready for us with a campfire complete with marshmallows for roasting. She even brought me a few vegetables to roast on the fire! It was too funny watching Mr. C. Cow trying to sneak more marshmallows into his mouth then onto his roasting stick. His cheeks were puffed up so bad it was hard not to laugh at his not so ninja hiding skills. At least he was polite and didn’t eat all of the marshmallows before our hosts had a chance to roast their fill.

Taking the time to see Mr. C. Cows good friend was a great decision. I got to make new friends and he got to see some old ones. I was a little disappointed, however, that I never got to see any pictures of the the two buddies playing beach volleyball. You have to admit that seeing a cow play would be interesting.

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Location – City Of Shiloh (M)