Word came down through channels that some VIP's where on their way to do a drop in inspection. Since I have spent 27 years in the military, I didn't think a whole lot about it. Lisa on the other hand started making lists. Menus. Activities. And of course what needed to be cleaned. So time schedules where established. Countdowns where created. All in all she was organized and ready for the big day. But as with all inspections, the Inspectors throw a monkey wrench into the mix. They decide to show up two days earlier than expected. Now we are in scramble mode. I told Lisa that the best way I can help her is to stay out of the way. Which I am very good at doing.
Who are we expecting you might ask? Well it was some of the consultants that we worked with when purchasing our new home. They notified us that they would be passing through this side of the United States and would like to drop in. The people I am talking about are the infamous Jim and Barb from jimandbarbsrvadventure.blogspot.com. Semi-professional fisher people and world travelers.
They befriended us in Florida two years ago(we don't know why, we don't like people) and have crossed paths several times now. Every time has been a hoot and a holler. Some people you just click with and some, not so much.
So they arrived last Thursday and breaking all taboo's and traditions, they cooked us dinner, even though they were the ones traveling. They grilled some Halibut and Salmon that they caught themselves with their very own hands and it was deliciously yummy. I am not a big fish eater because most fish taste fishy, but they did a marvelous job of preparing those slimy critters. After dinner we spent time catching up with our lives over the past 5 months since we had seen each other last. Giggles were abundant and finally the cool night air made us say our good nights. The next day and a half they were on their own to sight see, because we still had to work.
We worked a half day on Saturday so a "Happy Hour" was planned and dinner was scheduled. Hamburgers, potatoes and corn on the cob was enjoyed by all. Laughing till we almost sharted around a campfire. The next days plans were made. We were going to attack Mount Washburn.
Sunday, we awoke, our hearts were gay with anticipation of reaching the summit and then descending for a round of ice cream cones and hotdogs. The hike is 2.6 and 3.0 miles depending on what direction you start at. We were going to start on one side and hike across the summit and down the other side, since we had two vehicles. It was a nice hike. The views were spoiled a little because of the smoke from the fires. We were able to see a small herd of bighorn sheep up close and personal. They were right next to the trail and they sensed that we meant them no harm.
After the hike it was a race to the store for ice cream and hotdogs. We earned that treat and it was greatly appreciated. With our gullets satisfied we decided it was nap time, cuz we are old, and the next meal was planned. We would meet later for dinner of Mexican sandwiches. So another night of good food, good company and many laughs ensued.
We decided that the hike took a lot out of us so we planned a slower day. A drive into Gardiner to find huckleberry margaritas and pizza. I don't know if it was the huckleberry's or the half glass of tequila that the bartender put in each drink that made us decide that we needed food now. So off to the pizza parlour for some pizza pies. Again delicious. We drove back to Tower and again naps where in order. Once re-juvenated it was a nice night for a fire, since we all had wood. Lisa made a scrumptious shrimp dip that was gobbled up by everyone. The yawns came out and it was time again to say good night.
Jim and Barb were leaving in the morning. Daisy came over to say goodbye to Moose and Journey. Moose loves Daisy, Journey, I don't think so. Hugs all around. There was a Sasquatch sighting and they were gone. Our farewell cry was "See you in Florida!"