I’m serious. I know that Mrs. B and I don’t share passion for the same seasons, but we are passionate in many other ways (I mean sexually and in the ways of steak), so it doesn’t really matter about all of that getting colder/warmer bullshit.
She loves the summer and the heat. I sweat like a rapist in a Walmart parking lot when it hits 26C/80F. Yes, I said that as a joke, and also as a dig at Walmart for not taking the proper security measures when it comes to the safety of it’s patrons.
I, on the other hand, enjoy a more temperate clime than the Caribbean, so autumn or spring are ideal for myself. I wish it weren’t so, but it is, and we just have to deal with it.
Another thing we had to deal with is the last long weekend of the summer.
We lucked out, and Mrs. Birdman only had to work until early afternoon on the Saturday, so Mr. Brady and I took off early to get a start on the weekend. We got to the camp at about 10 or 11 in the morning, and I suppose we started drinking as soon as we pulled the cooler out of the truck. Blue took off for a hunt as soon as he heard the beers being opened, because he knows he’s going to start getting blamed for things like shitting on the floor of the outhouse or pissing in the barbeque.
After we got some things set up, we went scouting around in the woods for an adventure. We didn’t find it, but we did manage to shred our legs up pretty good on the raspberry canes that were littering all of the trails we were blazing.
When our womenfolk finally showed up, we played around with getting the generator running, and after several failed attempts, we Googled that shit. Within five minutes we were up and running, and with a joint effort between Mr. Brady and Mrs. B, we were feasting on steak, fresh veggies and baked potatoes. There was also a side of fried mushrooms and onions, and they were awesome. Portobellos and white mixed in together give it that little extra to push an already good thing into greatness. We drank until quite late at night, and it was odd, but I went to bed with a pounding hangover headache. I guess maybe I was dehydrated, but I thought that the few margaritas that I had would have replenished my missing electrolytes that the beer had leeched from my system.
The photography started the next day, so I guess we’ll get to that part of the story.
After our fun time at the lake, we headed for Stanley and Beaner’s camp to hang with the gang there. It’s only about thirty minutes away from us, so it was kind of a no brainer. We packed the cooler full of liquids and off we went.
We headed over to a private lake, and that was what set my beautiful bride’s mind working to figure out how we can one day get some lakefront property and have a place to do this stuff ourselves. This place was amazing. One family owns the whole lake, except for one lot. It’s not a huge lake or anything, but it’s more than you would ever need. We were in heaven (or our version of it, anyhow), and are very thankful that our gracious hosts allowed us to enjoy their little piece of paradise with them.
I’m sure that you are by now realizing that we don’t do one piece photo blogs, so come on back tomorrow for part two. I’m sure it will be worth it.
It don’t matter if we sit forever and the fish don’t bite,