Colder Than A Witch’s Tit in a Brass Bra

OK, so the title of this blog does not have much to do with the content of this entry, but I’m sure it got your attention. On the way back from our Yosemite trip, G. commented on the weather at Brideveil Falls after getting soaked…. and, well, I thought it was pretty damn funny. Apparently, it’s a quote his father used often when he was a kid. G. thought it was strange that I had never heard of it… Um… you tell me?

Anyways - back to the trip - G. & I trekked out to Yosemite National Park this weekend to celebrate Josh’s 30th birthday with some friends.

Thankfully, it was nothing like the last camping trip: no backpacking to the destination shiat. After the 5+ hour drive up north, we parked right next to our campsite.

I haven’t been to Yosemite since I was a bratty youngun’, & I didn’t remember much more than how sick the windy roads made me feel during the drive. Though that part didn’t change, I can’t believe I didn’t realize this park’s beauty the first time around.

It was breathtaking.

Some highlights of the trip:

  • “Ugh, did I leave my bag on the side of the road while we were packing up the car, or in your apartment?” Waking up too early + no sleep on my lumpy couch = Josh “manning up” for the weekend (i.e., re-threading for the entire weekend).
  • We thought we brought enough food for one week. And the 5 of us ended up going through almost all of it. Yes, we ate like kings & queens. We think we all might have gained weight on a camping trip.
  • Veggie beans may be yummy, but they turned our tents into gas chambers. Yuck.
  • Swedish pancakes with lemon and powdered sugar. Mmmmmmmm.
  • Real bathrooms. With real toilets that flush. And free showers. Now THAT is MY kind of camping.
  • Yosemite Falls. Half Dome. Brideveil Falls. Hogdan Meadow. Lost Arrow (aka Horsecock Rock).
  • All the very nice people who took group photos of us. Even though Dave’s camera was a bitch to use.
  • Candid photos taken by expert photographer, Dave.
  • Getting misted by a waterfall. It was a beauty.
  • Celebrating Josh’s 30th. Good times with good friends. Can’t beat that.

I’d like to go again next year, possibly participating in horseback rides & taking the strenuous hike up to the Half Dome for the supposed amazing view of the Park.

Yosemite: Josh

Yosemite: G&J

Yosemite: The Gang

This weekend was the perfect getaway, but I’ve got a looong week ahead of me. I’ve got a bunch of crap to read & sign for the condo purchase… At least I completed the home inspection last week before I left (thank God!), and the inspector put a lovely pic of the view from my future patio in the report:

HUGE THANKS to my cousin Gabbers for all his help with my questions. There aren’t many people that would listen to me read my escrow contracts word for word over the phone AND explain all the legal mumbo contained in them.

More condo pictures & Jamie updates to come soon.

One Response to “Colder Than A Witch’s Tit in a Brass Bra”

  1. Juanito Says:

    Great trip! Sounds like you had a lot of fun. I’m glad we all did, but who’s the other “queen”?
    Here’s my favorite picture… http://hatsforbats.net/blogs/photos/05152006/jamie_face.jpg
    Keep training and we’ll do even more next year!

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