Posted in Holiday, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Raccoons Wear Socks?

The holiday season is well underway and Santa is inching ever so closer to bringing good little cows presents. Mr. C. Cow has been a good little cow this year. I know he’s had a few hiccups along the way (eating an entire tube of cookie dough I was going to make) but there has been much improvement. Mr. C. sent his letter off to Santa but is still looking for him for a one on one, personal chat.

The Kringle search has led us to one of the most beautiful holiday parks we have visited so far. I’m not complaining about his searching every year because it always leads us to places like this…..

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Beautiful. Cold but beautiful.

When searching for a guy who breaks into your home to give you stuff, Mr. C. Cow seems to have a knack for finding the best places to look. One would think he would spend his time looking in empty boxes on the side of the road or ice cream parlors but that’s not the case. Mr. C. is an extremely smart bovine (He did go to college!) and has the “art of the Santa search” down to a science.

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When seeking an individual that is both covert, holiday related, and elusive there are a few rules you need to abide by:

*Follow the cookie crumbs. Literally, follow the crumbs of snowmen and reindeer shaped holiday treats. Santa has been known to throw back a few cookies with some milk. Where there are crumbs there may be Santa.

*Signs pointing to Saint Nick don’t always point in the right direction. Directional signs have led us to blow up Santa’s, a store selling stockings, and a guy on the side of the road wearing a red hat. Signs are not always factual.

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Nope. Not Santa.

*Baiting a trap with candy canes does not work. It might actually put you on the naughty list if Kringle was to, indeed, fall for this trickery. This has never worked. How do I know? I know because, one year, Mr. C. Cow spent a hundred dollars in candy canes and traps. Waste of money. Didn’t work. Naughty list bound.

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Have you guys seen a jolly fat man in a red suit? 

Following all of these guidelines has yet to produce one named “Santa”. We’ve run into plenty of reindeer but none of them work for the man himself. Thought we saw an elf but it was just a raccoon in stripped socks.

I have confidence that we’ll run into good Ol’ Santy at some point in time. Mr. C. Cow has yet to fail in his holiday mission of search and question each year. Maybe the white bearded guy knows he’s looking and just likes to screw with him. When you’re busy making that many toys for good girls and boys I wouldn’t blame him if he needed a bit of hide and seek humor.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by yours truly.

Second Life Location: Calas Galadhon “Home For Christmas” (M)

Posted in Tourist Attraction

Doom Hike

Mr. C. Cow and I decided to take a night hike the other day. Try to find some nocturnal animals like an owl or two. Have a conversation with a bat. After this last night hike I have decided that Mr. C. Cow is no longer allowed to pick the path we take. At least until he figures out that not all paths are good paths.

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Well…that doesn’t scream “Fun Hike”.

You cannot, seriously, feel that walking down a path lined with nothing but forbidding darkness, a feeling of certain destruction, and some sort of weird crying statues is a good idea.

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Really Mr. C. Cow?

He was just humming away trying to do some sort of funky owl call (It mostly involved a lot of “Mooo Hooooo….Mooo Hooo” sounds. Do cow owls exist?). Having a grand old time. Not thinking about the fact that we were walking into some really scary looking places in the middle of nowhere.

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You SERIOUSLY want me to walk around that? 

I can understand how some people (and cows) can look at things and positively spin it no matter how it might look to others. What I can’t understand is how an individual (Mr. C. Cow in particular) can look at a path full of weeping, broken statues, and think it’s the best place to look for nocturnal animals that won’t try to eat you.

Halfway through our doom hike we came to a large body of water that was full of skeletons trying to get out. I’m running around in circles making an “Ahhh Ahh Ahhhhhh!!!!” sound while Mr. C. Cow pays them no mind. He just thinks the water got too cold to swim in so they were exiting to dry off.

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I don’t think they own towels. 

The last straw in our hike of pure terror was when Mr. C. Cow stopped to ask a large sea creature for directions to the nearest snack bar. They were nice enough but it seemed to me that every time we turned around to look in the direction they were pointing a tentacle would attempt to grab us. Mr. C. Cow thought they just had a mind of their own. I just thought they had a mind to grab us and plunge us into an underwater grave.

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Snack Bars That Way!

Somehow, against all odds, we made it safely back to the camper. Somehow Mr. C. Cow was able to find a nice snack bar. I can appreciate someone who sees the glass as half full but his chipper optimism sometimes borders on dangerous. Next time we go on a hike I’m picking the trail.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Second Life Location: Calas Galadhon’s ‘Neverland’ (M)

Open until Halloween so visit before it’s gone!

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High Knee Lift Step

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We’ve been driving for hours now on a dirt path and I’m starting to get a little bit cranky. The only radio station we can seem to get only plays marching band music and my butt cheeks have fallen asleep. It was time to catch a little fresh air, tell my butt to wake up, and try to put on a happy face.

As if the world was trying to give me a friendly hug we, amazingly, came across a beautiful park that offered us coffee, friendly conversation, and no marching bands. We parked right next to the welcome sign and had a lovely conversation with Sid and Zelda the welcome committee birds. Zelda was a bit of a gossip when it came to discussing bird migration stories but Sid was nothing but the perfect gentleman. Or is that “gentlebird”?

There was a small cafe that offered coffee and pastries for the weary traveler. I was actually able to order my “Half Cap Full Latte Side Foam All Foam No Foam Foaming At The Mouth Skim Milk Decaf Mocha Minus The Mocha Put It In A Travel Mug” coffee. It’s been so long since I’ve had one that I was starting to worry that I would never have it again!

I’m really glad that we found this little stop as it sure made me one happy traveler again. As we waved goodbye to the welcoming birds we set on off once again. Hopefully we’ll find a station that doesn’t just play marching band music.

“Tipsy” Cerulean 

Location: Calas Galadhon (M)