It's Official, I'm A Geezer

We interrupt the BCB Timeline for this special real time report (insert breaking news music here).

While sitting around at our little pie-fest in Goldie's Kitchen/Bar/Grille,  we were invited to join The Reluctant CowBoy and "Just Do It" Ms Heidi to hike up the Narrows in Zion. Nothing like Cherry Pie and beer. I can't believe I'm saying this, but we were... uh... hesitant... to take them up on it and left it at, "if were not there at 11 AM, go without us." Here's why.


We have attempted to hike Zion's Narrows twice before, once in October of 1999, and last year in November. Both times we were forced to turn around due to the ice cold water. We made it an hour the first time before our feet quit working. Last year we lost control of our lower extremities after only thirty minutes, and waddled out with tails between painful legs and blue feet. 

So we woke up yesterday and Bobbie says, "Hey, Good Lookin', what do you want for your birthday?" I don't like birthdays anymore, so I had forgotten all about it. But, evidently, I knew what I wanted because the words fell out of my mouth before I could screen them. "I want to hike clear into the Narrow's Wall Street with CowBoy and Ms Heidi... and this time I want to make it come hell or cold water." It was a "now," or "never" statement... as well as my birthday, which reminded me that I'm not getting any younger, so Bobbie had no choice! It's official, I'm now a Geezer. Uncle Sam assures me that my "check is in the mail," and that it won't bounce for a few more years. I better enjoy it while I can :((

We are cheapskates, so that we stopped at Zion Outdoor Recreation/Adventure/Give Us Your Hard Earned Money to rent insulated socks and boots is an indication of my determination to get this cross Bucket List item crossed off... once and for all... even if it meant ice skating up the cold dark depths of a slot canyon to get it done.

So I take note that CowBoy Brian is renting waterproof sissy pants at the Give Us Your Hard Earned Money place. Hummm, an extra 39 bucks. Nope. I'd rather die of hypothermia. Just give me the boots and socks (twenty one bucks... times two). The gear made a slight difference, but it helped that the water was warmer than ever before, so warm that we could have made it without the gear (@%$  *&@^  %*!). 

Oh well, The Beast is finally conquered... here's the "Death Certificate" photos to prove it. They will tide you over... until you can get here.

"Let's see here... that will be 21 bucks for the booties and socks, and 39 for the Sissy Pants." Woof!

Bobbie and Heidi don't need not stinking long pants :))

Brian's slick new Nikon Camera... a little risky bringing it into the narrows with all the deep holes and slick rocks

Looking up, there isn't but a sliver of sky... deep in the Narrows.

Speaking of "deep..." Brian tests the water proofness of his rental pants.

And afterwards, my Birthday rewards continue at the Bit and Spur in Springdale. Beers,  Monday Night Football, and desert... a tart Berry Crisp ala mode. Jovial clown Kokopelli plays his flute and does a little B-day fertility dance. Gee, I hope he doesn't reverse my vasectomy:))   All is well in God's Country. Wish all my reader friends could be here, as well as my "homies." You know who you are.