Nature: and other Icky Stuff

The Blond and I felt we must rectify the Missing Salad Dressing Situation, so we loaded up and Vibed all the way to Deer River. (Motto: We're just like Elk River, only smaller)

Since we were there anyway, we took the opportunity to stock up on other essentials, like drinkable water.

The weather being much nicer today, (And I dangle the participle incorrectly) we wanted to rent a boat. Unfortunately, (this is true) the RESORT is STILL DESERTED.

It's eerie. The lawn is mowed, the trash bins are emptied, but NO ONE seems to be actually RUNNING the place. The cabins are all open, but deserted. We plan to sleep in a different one each night until we get caught.

So, being flexible, we decided to get out and enjoy nature.

With the proverbial and literal Knapsack on our Back, we set out to discover "Simpson Creek"

We came upon this sign all by itself WAY out on the trail, and were truly saddened by the Forest Service's neglect in telling us of their "No Horses Rule" earlier.

"Well, Trigger, looks like this is the end of the line."

"But Wiiiillbuurrrrr..."

"Sorry." BANG!

The Blond wanted to press on, even without our horse. We both felt a deep desire to have our picnic lunch at the creek for which the trail was named.

After 45 minutes of hiking through what us city dwellers lovingly refer to as "Icky Stuff", we finally arrived at "Simpson Creek." Look carefully. There it is at the bottom of the picture. We would have stayed, but we had to chase the mosquitoes who had carried away our backpack.

We finally found some higher ground with only a few hundred thousand ants and dragon flies. Dining on Smoked Salmon, Swiss Almond Spread, and Crackers (Outdoorsman Food), we had the following True Conversation.

The Blond: "Do you think we will attract any wild animals with this food?"

The Colonel: "You mean like the bear you thought was breaking into the cabin last night? I don't think so."

The Blond: "I wasn't going to tell you this until we got back to the car, but I've been looking for a baseball bat sized stick since we got on this trail."

The Colonel: "You really are concerned about wild animals, aren't you?"

The Blond: (defensively) "Well, there was that lady who watched her guy get eaten by a mountain lion."

The Colonel: "Was that in Minnesota?"

The Blond: "No. California."

The Colonel: "Oh. Okaaaaay."

Tomorrow: (Hopefully) The Morons Rent a Fishing Boat