Hiding in the Bushes

It seems that it was just yesterday that we were writing the previous post for this blog. A long weekend has a way of making time pass quickly. On the other hand, it also feels like time has passed very slowly since I listened to several hours of classical music over a telephone. And now politicians are getting involved, so who knows what that will mean. Politics have been playing a role since Brooks and Dunn was at its peak. It's all becoming a never-ending country song we've heard too many times before. (Although, if it is never-ending, I guess that would mean that we have only heard part of the song.....but that's getting too philosophical). And in case you are wondering, I only know about Brooks and Dunn from second hand sources.

Is this man coming to prominence or is he fading away? 

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Since we last spoke, we have visited several states and have hiked several miles. These two statements, while connected, are not to be taken as identical. Most of the movement from state to state was done via motor vehicle, not by foot. All of the hiking was done on foot. Due to the sensitive nature of publicly revealing our exact location, we will avoid explicitly saying where we were. But those familiar with the area may recognize a lily pad or two.

For most of the hike, we were very vigilant to prevent any bears from creeping up on us. You never know what could be hiding in the bushes. We were armed with bear spray, but it would not have done a hill-of-beans worth of good if a bear had jumped from a tree to get our baby wipes. A mother bear will do pretty much anything when she gets desperate for baby supplies. If you have even been to Babies-R-Us on Black Friday, you will know what I mean. Now picture if all the moms in the store weighed 600 lbs and had 3 inch finger nails. (Okay, that already describes the Memphis, Tennessee Babies-R-Us.....however, most of their customers don't have fur everywhere. Note that I said most, not all. And if they ever get into the Big XII, at least they will have fertile recruiting grounds). 

The next day after the hike, we went to a park and took over a PokéGym (Japanese: ポケジム). This park was only a short walk from the house, so it barely counted as more hiking mileage. When we came upon the PokéGym we realized that it was right next to a gazebo of people eating barbecue. Hence we hid near a tree and performed our work. We earned our 10 coins and 500 flecks (?) of stardust (what unit does stardust come in?), then promptly lost our holding an hour later. That is how it usually goes.

Our final day out of state, we decided to become involved in a wild goose chase. We were of course not chasing an actual wild goose, just a figurative one. As we alluded to last week, our readers fall into a diverse number of positions on the ovine-caprine scale, so we are going to--for a variety of reasons--be vague on some of the details. This way no one feels bad that their institution's only claim to fame is that they allow beards, and no one will feel they need to place hats on the pulpit in church.

You think you look smug and daper

But you actually just look like this.

Or like this.

But anyway, I digress. Our latest vacation adventure involved tracking a cardboard box around the state and hoping the powers-that-be dropped it near our location. We split up into two teams and communicated via walkie-talkies (since that made it seem more official). Most of our time was spent hiding in the shrubs near our stakeout location. It was a hot evening, and we did not end up winning. This was to be expected, since one box for 2000+ sweaty fans does not usually spell high rates of success. (Although it does establish a national fanbase.........wink, wink, wink).

You never know what could be waiting in the bushes.

We all got a Chicken-Duck-Woman thing, waiting for us. Waiting in the bushes of love.