First, a few points of business. Concerning the FOS-SEA Golf Tournament at Port Ludlow on August 17th, 2006, I would like to officially say that my brother Kevin beat me fair and square. In fact, I publically announce that he is a better golfer than me. I will provice no excuses or anything of that sort since our scores in subsequent golf rounds later that week also proved him to be the superior golfer. Maybe I'll find a way to practice a bit to keep up with him and my dad in the future.
Second point of business is about the ranch in Wyoming. I would like to say that we (my family) are so grateful to our cousins who have graciously given us the opportunity to use their beautiful property. It has been so wonderful to us the times we've been there and we know they hold it as a special place in their hearts. Thank you so much.
Last quick point of business concerns those friends I did not see while I was in Shoreline. I appologize very much, but due to my trip to Wyoming during my stay things ended up a lot more rushed than I expected. I promise, those that I missed and those that I saw but would still like to see me again next time, please keep in touch somehow and when I return for a visit we will plan it out in advance. I love you all.
Now, on to something a bit more interesting and probably a bit gross. My mother really was into finding a couple bones to take home. The family who runs the ranch gave us permission since there are always tons of bones around and even were nice enough to direct us to a part of the ranch where they end up dragging dead animals to rot or extra bones they have. They call it the "bone pile" and we call it the "bone yard." Big difference in the names, I know.
At first, this sounded just plain awesome...and it was...sort-of. So with my mom on the back of 4-wheeler we headed out. The trek was a bit bumpy and a little ways out there, although nothing like when my sister and I tried to really explore for about an hour one way on a trail not really for an ATV with way too many cows and a little stream to cross that ended in a dead end, that was awesome. So we made it to the hillside and say many a bone and actually a few dead carcases. Laura, the rancher, told us exactly what it was, so what were we expecting.
Most of the bones were a bit too...ripe, for lack of better words, meaning they still had hair or skin attached to them, so my mom didn't want those, clearly. Also, there was a pretty large dead horse not rotted to the bones quite yet. Oh, and the smell of death that was all around, pretty much took some of the fun out of the "bone yard."
All and all, my mom found one skull she liked...score...and I of course had to take a few more trips there just to show my brother and sister.
I realize after reading this that it is without a bit of the humor I like to write with. Well, it's not a humorous story, per se, but I'll try in the future. You might say that posing with a dead animal is kind-of funny...maybe? We saw the sad sight of a dead calf and were without camera at that point, but I guess who really wants to see all that. I should also point out, that the dead horse I'm pictured with had a very large stomach cavity that was of course empty, and I tried my hardest to persuade my sister to lay inside it and pose for a picture. I assured her that nobody would have a picture like it and it would be awesome. I also assured her that I'd drive her immediately home to scrub down and shower and it was okay if she felt sick whilst inside the horses stomach, but she wouldn't go for it. It told her she needed to make some sacrifices here for the family, but could not get her into it. That really would have been funny...well...probably just gross...either way, it would have been sweet!
This week on Lampboy.net:
Monday: A brief look at the Claus family modeling western styles.
Tuesday: Kathryn's afraid of cows.
Wednesday: How good a shot are we?
Thursday: Fishing? You be we did.
Friday: Other games my brother's better than me at.
