'Ello there, you cheeky lot ;). A happy Monday to you, hope it's full of joy.
So here is some grand news about six days late (and in case you are not on facebook or didn't hear from any of us) My father has finally, FINALLY, FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!! passed his dang French exam.
3-3, y'all, yeehaw. So. Yes. We are absolutely, positively, for sure, entirely, utterly COMPLETELY going to Haiti.
Yes indeed. Yes yes. So. Now my gap year (well, gap half-year) can FINALLY COMMENCE.
THIS IS A GRAND MOMENT, EVERYONE.
Alright, well, that is all for now, just wanted to update anyone who didn't already know and to remind everyone who already knew.
S'laters!
Monday, November 19, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
November 13th: Ugh.
Hello, you lot. Sorry about my hiatus, let's get ready for some fun, shall we?
So where was I. Oh yes. So I hiked the Appalachian Trail, which was the absolute business. When we returned from that little excursion, my mom went off to Madison, WI to be with my grandparents (hi Grandma & Grandpa!) for almost three weeks. During that time, Dad and I went off to the Assateague and Chincoteague Islands, which are off the coast of Maryland/Virginia.
The two islands are famous for several reasons: they're wildly beautiful, all sand and scrubby salt marshes and snowy egrets. Their real claim to fame, however, is the wild ponies. On Asssateague, the ponies are left almost completely to their own devices, even as far as veterinary care is concerned. The park rangers try to let the 100+ horses be as wild as possible. On Chincoteague, the ponies are technically owned by the Chincoteague Volunteer Fire Department. Each year they are rounded up and sort of herded across the channel onto the mainland, and then auctioned off.
My dad and I saw maybe four ponies during our first visit to Assateague. The next day when we went back, we saw even more. We gave them clever names like Chester & Winthrop, Peaches & Herb, The Captain & Tennille. (for those of you who don't know who the Captain & Tennille are, go to youtube and look up Muskrat Love. It is by far the most...interesting song I've ever heard).
Anyway. That's all for now.
S'laters :)
So where was I. Oh yes. So I hiked the Appalachian Trail, which was the absolute business. When we returned from that little excursion, my mom went off to Madison, WI to be with my grandparents (hi Grandma & Grandpa!) for almost three weeks. During that time, Dad and I went off to the Assateague and Chincoteague Islands, which are off the coast of Maryland/Virginia.
The two islands are famous for several reasons: they're wildly beautiful, all sand and scrubby salt marshes and snowy egrets. Their real claim to fame, however, is the wild ponies. On Asssateague, the ponies are left almost completely to their own devices, even as far as veterinary care is concerned. The park rangers try to let the 100+ horses be as wild as possible. On Chincoteague, the ponies are technically owned by the Chincoteague Volunteer Fire Department. Each year they are rounded up and sort of herded across the channel onto the mainland, and then auctioned off.
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| Pretty sure this was Winthrop |
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| Salt marsh |
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| Entrance to Chincoteague Island |
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| Peaches (or was it Herb?) |
Anyway. That's all for now.
S'laters :)
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