Spring Fever and Sand

...in that order. Our first trip out got snowed out (spring is such a TEASE). But this trip panned out nicely for us... sort of. The ballsy man child kicked up a lot of sand with his wheels...
and caught a lot of air.

I followed suit pretty nicely on my new toy, being the only girl to tag along on the dunes, except for one cliff that I refused to follow the pack down. They watched me from the top of the opposite dune, while I sat on the edge of the cliff they had just gone down and shook my head at them. No way in HELL, thank you very much. And then being the great guys that they are, looking out for me, they all starting pointing in different directions for me to go instead. Helpful. West finally came back showing me a better way.

Our friend Hogge tried to pull around our camping circle to an opening in the back... though I'm pretty sure you should only try to tackle those sandy dunes with a four "willer", and not the entire rig. I guess that's just me though. Keep on diggin', Hogge. You'll get out eventually. In the mean time the rest of us will just sit back and watch. This was the weekend I met Sara's brother, a Ben Affleck look a like, I kid you not. I'm now wracking my brain for a cute single friend. If you're interested let me know, I'll have Sara hook you up ;). stewardesses need not apply. (How's that for a plug Sara ha ha).

It got really cold at night, which was fine with our fire and even when we crawled in to the trailer for bed (being the kitchen sink campers that we are) we had the furnace. But for whatever reason, even with that furnace cranked, I shivered all night long. Extra cuddle time with the ballsy man child. As the sun rose and we looked up at the ceiling only to discover that stinking vent above our bed was wide open. We're clever like that.

And on a side note, Raschel and I decided that lesbianism would never do for us, there's just something about when a man goes tender for you. Love my man.