Memorial Day Weekend at the Ranch--Tequila Edition

Fighting rain, sleet, snow, mud, tornado (sharkanado!), earthquake, and general pandemonium, we managed to have a great time at the ranch over Memorial Day Weekend, at least until the floods washed us out.

Most of the above is a lie, of course, but Saturday's rain did create some problems, mostly with the road,  But for those of us who made it up on Friday, we spent a very pleasant evening and missed the mud.  Click on following pics for a larger image.

Animals Rescued, Animals Lost

Saturday's wet and chill was hard on lambing...  and one in particular.  Thanks to Patricia for rescuing this poor little lamb, and to Jeff for returning the lamb to the sheepherder.

Alas, we lost a beaver...  the presumption is someone shot it...  and someone may therefore get shot.

Merrily, Merrily Gently Down the Stream

It was very dry at the ranch...  no pond, no stream flow.  We hiked quite a way up the stream bed to find water.  Here's a pic of the flow, with the "stream" disappearing completely.  Where did it go?

The rain on Saturday didn't seem to help any as far as the stream was concerned.  Yet by Monday morning, praise Jesus!, we had a flowing stream and a nearly full pond!  The sacrament worked (keep going...).

Rosemary's Hair Salon and Porn Shop

Sunday was a very weird day.  That's all than can be said.  The weirdness probably started with the before breakfast tequila tasting and went very downhill from there (but we never hit rock bottom...  or did we?).

It all started with modern living with aluminum foil...  thank you Reynolds...  Amazing how easy it is to "warp" foil...  

Curlers before and after:

Then things got weird...   nice beret from an aluminum wig...

and weirder...

and obscene...

The whole sick crew...

Some dude was emasculated...  a dick on a tiki torch?

Music Restoreth the Soul

Being a Sunday, we decided to have church services...  some gospel tunes and communion.  So all gathered around...

Of course, sacrament was a bit different for this spiritual gathering...  blanco blood of Christ and nan the body.  But nicely presented!

Communion inspired community consciousness...  time to rake the now dry road so more musicians could make it to camp.

And more music arrived...

Our plaintive cries to the gods and goddesses worked!  We were greeted Monday morning with a flowing stream and a filling pond!  Halleluia!  As we all gathered to admire the water, one lonely onion peeler was left preparing breakfast.

After breakfast we discovered the empty tequila bottles...  a sign it was time to break camp and go home.  Thanks to Bill and Julie for another terrific adventure.

Cinco de Mayo 2014--San Rafael Edition

Great weather and beautiful monoliths greeted the latest edition of our annual tequila abuse celebration.

But the site was compromised by some leftovers...  must have been a hard winter.

We revised our campsite this year...  considering the heat and sun, this was a very good idea.

Soon the women arrived.

Along with Rosemary and George, who got into the spirit of the weekend right away.

The next day we were attacked by drones...  you can run but you can't hide.  

After an initial successful flight, a protective cottonwood captured and destroyed the drone...

Back to nature...  recent rains brought out the wildflowers.

On Saturday, a couple of us decided to discover the source of the Nile, er, the San Rafael, or at least hike up the river a ways....  (the hot sun finally got to us so we never did find the oasis with nymphs bathing in the waters of eternal life).  We did see some cool formations...

We made it back for cocktail hour...  

And later we enjoyed a stir fry done up in the mega-wok...

Leaving camp at the end of the weekend, we had to pay our respects to the overall perspective of the San Rafael from the Wedge overlook...  If you look closely (click on the pic for a larger version), you can see the Mexican Mt. road leading to the campsite.  

Defying many goodbyes, and not able to get enough of each other, we spontaneously met in Castledale at the very cool Museum of the San Rafael.  Do yourself a favor and visit this wonderfully assembled tribute to one of our favorite areas of the Utah desert.

Ban the Challenges!

I'm not happy with baseball's new replay challenge system.  It seemed like a good idea, but so far this season I think it stinks.  Besides delaying the game for often a significant amount of time, which really just breaks the flow of the game, the challenge system has pretty much removed the good old manager going ballistic scenes.  Hell, those managers yelling and screaming (and more) at the umps was always good fun...  and a subtle way for the managers to support their players, energize the fans, and pour some emotion into the game.

Bobby Cox of the Braves set the all time record for getting tossed after arguing with the umps:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1yQaQuX620

Earl Weaver was always good for throwing a tantrum:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f6cmqUTPn08

And who can forget Billy Martin of the Yankees?  Maybe the greatest of all time at verbally (and physically) assaulting the umpires:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQHsAUD6E1w

With the replay challenges, now the managers calmly leave the dugout for a discussion with the umps, slowly, not wildly, so someone in the dugout can review the play and give thumbs up to a challenge.  Then the umps review, make a decision, and usually get it right.  No more emotional outbursts from the managers...  in fact, the managers can't argue the results of a challenge...  they get automatically tossed from the game if they do.  So no more displays of displeasure from the managers...  they get their chance at a replay rather than be stuck with an umpire's initial, and formerly unreversable, decision.

Takes all the fun out of the game...

Although, not quite...  Cincinnati manager Brian Price did get tossed for arguing after a replay challenge...  and he was right!  Not only did the umps blow the call, they didn't reverse the call when it was obvious to everyone from the replays that they should have.

So I guess raging managers are not entirely gone from baseball, but the game certainly has become more sedate when controversy arises.  

And I'm not happy about it.  Billy Martin is kicking the dirt in his grave.

Memories of a Viper

Maybe it was the Kweskin Jug Band tune I reheard the other day.  Or just going through old boxes of stuff.  Anyway, here's what I found while listening:

Yep, my roach collection...   inside these jars is a whole history of pot from the mid sixties until I finally gave it all up (?).  Only problem, the dope's so old that it has no potency...  so after the photo, into the garbage.  No reason to have any of that stuff around until Colorado madness spreads to my State.

I originally wanted to give these to the Smithsonian, thought it would be an interesting exhibit, part of the cultural history of hipness in the later decades of the 20th Century.  And just think of the multiple brands of rolling papers represented!  Speaking of which, he's another momento of those times, the Cosmic Aeroplane rolling papers.

These hand stamped samplers served as business cards back in the early days of the shop.

Ah, the good old days...  "dope will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no dope"--Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers.