
Thanksgiving day itself was mellow. We went for a hike and had the first annual "Sombrero Cup." You might be asking yourself, what is the sombrero cup? It's quite simple, place a 12"X24" AstroTurf mat at one end of the pool. Count 16 golf wiffle balls (which happen to perfectly line the sombrero of a ceramic statue in the yard) and 1 sand wedge. The goal? Hit as many balls into the hot tub as possible - that's it. The players consisted of Dad, Adam, and myself. Adam took the cup after 3 rounds and won the grand prize of dry desert air. We bbq'd the turkey with hickory chips and I have to say it turned out well. The dinner as a whole was really good.
The next day was jammed packed. We started off horse back riding. I got the trouble maker of the horse, "Buck Shot." As Valerie our trail guide (who sounded like Indian Sue from the series Deadwood) said, "Your horse also responds to Bucket Head and Boot in the Ass." Buckshot had a nice flattop for a mane, when asked why Valerie said he looks stupid with a long one. Turns out Buckshot like to mess with the other horses and they tend to bite his mane off. Long story short, Buck Shot and I got along great. Every time we went down for a bite to eat, I gave him a kick and pull of the reins. Surprisingly he didn't rub me up against a cactus (which lined every square foot of the trail). Buck Shot failed in one department, he like to follow my dad's horse (Morgan) a little to closely. Morgan - you put my best friend Mike to shame. Mike used to wake me up sometimes with a fart that could last 20 seconds. Morgan had a Fart that lasted 50 ft, or about 30 seconds. The worst part is I was damn near point blank - tail up, big o'll butt, wind like a hurricane. I was embarrassed for the horse, I'd never heard a mammal fart like that. After 2 hours of dodging cactus's, Morgans wind, and kicking Buck Shot in the ribs the boys went off to golf. We all had our moments throughout the day but there were holes in which I wanted to break the club over my knee. Golf is just one of those sports, when you have a good day you love it, when you don't you hate it.
The last day we went to Chiricahua National Monument. It was a pretty long drive that put us pretty close to New Mexico. Turns out that this park is where Geronimo and Cochise used to hide when the US Army was on their heals. The elevation is about 9,000 feet and littered with these columns of rocks and caves. You would have to be an idiot to follow a bunch of pissed off Apache into this place. We took a 4 mile hike which wiped everyone out. the ride back was pretty silent. When we got home we cooked up some steaks and watched a dud of a Tom Cruise movie. Jodi and I were up at 5am the next morning to catch our 6:30 flight. We arrived in SF to 40 degree weather and were home by 8:45 am....you can't ask for better than that!