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Sunday, November 24, 2013

Stooping below puns on a snowy evening: If you can't beat 'em, alliterate 'em

This RV/Travel/Adventure Geezer type is getting tired of trying to tiptoe around the topic of terrible temps with temper-ate tantrums regarding tumultuous torrents and tempests on his Teapot. Thus, I'm inspired by Frost (Jack, not Robert) to pen you a silly post.

Stooping below puns on a Snowy Evening

Illicitly alliterating illustrious illustrations
Illiterate illegible illegal elucidations
elicit unintelligible oral tribulations
Illegitimate intellectual master-debaters of Oration

On a brighter, and somewhat higher ground note:

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. 

R. Frost

Life's Little Adventurer's and the BCB Gang trying to squeeze lemonade from lemons…playing in Snow!

Today the BCB Editor and his lovely Playmate packs bags (not to exceed 45 inches, measured width, plus height, plus depth) and ramble to the gambling capital of the world, Viva Lost Wages. Sin City, baby! Yes, we'll be leaving…on a jet plane, don't know when we'll be back again…  Actually, we do know, but I  couldn't resist a little Peter, Paul and Mary to cheer us up on this otherwise dismal damn day! I know, you tire of weather related posts from bloggers across this great land. Trust me, I'm trying to do my part by getting "out and about," but the eye of the whirlpool hurricane keeps sucking me back into its vortex. 

We are called every so often to reconvene with family lest we slip the bonds of common DNA. Familial ties can wane like shrinking harvest moons, to infrequent casual relationships that reach little beyond Christmas and Birthday, thoughtfully brought to us by Hallmark, Google, and Facebook's Geni, with their incessant streams of spam reminders.

So the BCB is taking to the air on gossamer wings, flying from Lost Wages all the way to Philadelphia, Pee Aaa…where, through the miracle of speed of flight we will have the immense pleasure of rejoining the same fucking storm endured all this past week...all over again. Of course there is the family thing...good tidings, love and warmth around tables filled with food and bottles emptied of wine. (Fireplace lights…now). 

Throughout this weeks cold snap I have steadfastly held to my "long pants be damned" mantra in the face of rain, sleet, snow, and happy hours that last into the dark of night. But going east is a deal-breaker. I'm taking only long pants! You see, I once came within inches of death by cold…trying to have a little frisbee fun with the nephews at a family Thanksgiving reunion in Toledo, Ohio. It's insidious, how a balmy 45 degree day (shorts and tee shirt weather in Lovely Ouray) and a little damp breeze off Lake Erie "Feels Like" ten below zero. In spite of wearing every piece of clothing allowed by disen-generous airline carry-on policies, I was colder than I've ever been in my life...including waist deep snowshoe trips above 13,500 feet on Red Mountain Pass, temps near zero degrees. Gee, it really is the humidity.

But, in the spirit of Thanksgiving and TRADITION...I will in a few short hours from this post re-endure the week's storm…again...this time as a NorEaster…blowing up pant leg to boxers. I will subject myself to the rigors of the Cheap Seats, fly without peanuts, pay extortionist prices for drinks diluted with too much ice, sweat through layers of clothes I couldn't cram into my "Summed Aggregate" 45 inches of carry-on baggage...enough to survive eight days in the east...cope with four hours of flight in the "No Class Seating Section," all in order to embrace Love, Family, and Thanksgiving. And that I do it by plane, on the busiest of holidays, when I swore I'd never fly again after the last boondoggle, and do it with good cheer…well, it demonstrates the depths of love and commitment this Geezer has for loved ones, even if they do reside east of the continental divide. As long as there is enough adult beverage to drown a water buffalo, I'll be there. Set my plate and fill my glass. 

Now fasten your seat belts and pour a hot toddy; daddy is a reluctant flyer... 


  1. May the force be with you in transit. I do not envy you, having to fly this time of year. Upon your return, perhaps it might be time to move the heck south!

  2. Looks like you are doing what needs to be done at times, try to have some fun ok?

  3. Distinct and wonderful Ales await, Uncle...(and if the wind gusts and snow flurries settle down, we got frisbee too ;-) seeya soon!

  4. I'll tell you, Allison of the comment above, the south is NOT warm either right now. We're in the throes of a winter cold snap (wish that was Schnapps) here in south central Texas. It's the longest period of cold weather in three years. Brr!

    Last week it was 86 and humid for the San Antonio Rock 'n' Roll Marathon and runners were needing rehydration and ice packs to the head and neck.

    This week we're in this high 30s, low 40s with wind chill, rain and forecasts of sleet and freezing rain at night in the Texas Hill Country.

    Mark, great blog today. I read it out loud to Bob and we were in awe of your alliteration. Bob says I have a blog crush on you. LOL.

    Enjoy your trip to the frigid northeast.

  5. We're still getting the chill / rain / snow here as well. If only I didn't book those clients I could be on my way to Borrego for December! Borrego for January to be sure!

  6. Beautiful. Great weather for dramatic photographs.

  7. Beautiful. Great weather for dramatic photographs.

  8. Beautiful pictures again ... regardless. well? what we do for love .... ;)

    I'm in the south too, Susan... next to Texas in Arkansas and let me tell you! as you well know by now, Mark... it is the humidity. cold and wet and snow is in the forecast ...

    southerners do not do well in either... at least the ones I know. hiss!

  9. I love that poem by Robert Frost!

    Not exactly a great time to be coming east!! Hope you can get out!! Have a great trip:)

    Very interesting and even eerie photos:)

  10. Ya. We are all complaining about the cold. Its almost freezing in Texas. I was googling temps n RV parks in FL yesterday. But I will he staying here for Thanksgiving with family. Our houses have wheels, but our hearts are with family so we endure. Last time I was on a plane was 1976.

  11. Oh, no! "We interrupt this regularly scheduled program to bring you the news"....not only of an abysmal weather forecast with a 'wintery mix,' but also that my favorite bloggers through whom I live vicariously in short pants, are flying away....Boo Hoo! Safe travels...(At least maybe we will get a TSA rant out of the deal. ;-)

  12. "I will in a few hours re-endure this week's storm once again, this time as a NorEaster."

    LOL - once was enough for me. The sun finally poked through the clouds today and the snow is melting like crazy. Supposed to be a nice week coming up. Hope things go well for you guys.

  13. Bite the bullet and embrace that second time round storm. Hope you don't have to fly through it though. Have fun with the family.

  14. I love pictures of the snow! Nice to view them from my warm and comfy recliner! It's cold here in the Panhandle (FL) too and getting colder...down to 26 tomorrow night!

    Safe travels...

  15. Well , Box Canyon buddies...After reading todays post I just have to toss a little road salt your way. It has been sunny up here at Lake Chelan for weeks. A little chilly but I have lots of long pants; short pants on you as I'm 5'5.
    And my sis gets paid to haul all you folks all over in the big Delta aluminum tubes. She is off to Rio tomorrow for 5 days...and getting a paycheck.....Enjoy the bird and I'm sure if they are able to import any decent ales they will be cold..

  16. Love you site. You always inspire me to be myself and dream.

  17. As much as I am missing my BCB updates, I trust that means you are spending "quality time" with family, so I will try to be patient. ;-) I wish you and Bobbie the happiest, healthiest of Thanksgiving holidays.


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