Last week, my family… meaning my ma, pa, sister Lindsay, BIL Shayne, and nephew Ethan (nephew Christian had Scout camp) went up to the home turf and bustling metropolis of Victor, Idaho and stayed the week in a cabin in the jungle… errr… wilderness… woods? Notice I didn’t include my name in the group. I unfortunately did not stay the week, but I did have the day off on the 4th of July, so in pops a grandiose idea in my noggin space. Why don’t I drive for 8 hours that day just to attend a family barbecue for approximately 4 hours!? What a great idea!!! Tee hee hee hee heee… sorry… that may have been one too many hees.
That meant I had to get up at approximately butt o’clock in the morning to start my 4-hour drive. Butt o’clock came and went and instead I got up at crack o’clock, which unfortunately is approximately 1-1/2 hours after butt o’clock. Sue me… you try driving on 2 hours of sleep! So, I left the house at around 8:15ish, dodged approximately 8 billion farming vehicles going 2 mph on the highway plus a gaggle of older folk strolling along like the speed limit was 15 mph in a 65 mph zone. My favorite is the ones who think it’s fun to caravan side-by-side whilst going 15 mph in a 65 mph zone… because then they’re like taunting me. SUCKER… can’t get around us now… join the caravan! I don’t have road rage at all… why do you ask?
When I finally arrived at just after noonish o’clock, I immediately ran into possibly the biggest event Victor has ever experienced… and in a place with the population of under 1900, pretty much every single resident was roaming the Main street for the 4th of July shindig. I had to go to the dagnabbed restroom. I didn’t stop the whole way and now I was in trouble. I hightailed it into their one and only gas station which was crawling with people attending the 4th shindig, only to find that the woman’s one-holer already had a line 5 people deep. Much to my relief, the men’s side had no line, so I went in there… judge not lest ye be judged. When I opened the door to leave, apparently every male in Victor got the memo that it was time to line up for the bathroom. You should have seen the look on their face when I walked out the door. LOL!!! Weren’t expecting that fellers!
Coincidentally, a couple of my uncles and some of their families were also in Victor for the 4th, so we all gathered at the pointy cabin in the jungle for a barbecue.
It don’t look like much on the outside, but it was nice on the inside… on account of the fact that some rich folk from North Carolina own it.
Uncle Phil was the indoor steak cooker. He kept assuring me that this steak was from a vegetarian cow, so it must be vegetarian meat. I almost believe him until I turned my brain on.
Stay away from the man with the sharp fork and spatula…
Ethan became good buddies with cutie patootie baby Cruz (don’t worry JenJen… this picture is not a picture… it’s a witness protection program picture since I’ve obscured his face!) and also cutie pie 3-year-old Beau.
Cuzzin Jessica, cuzzin JenJen, Madre, and Lindsay. Cuzzin Jessica on account of just turning 21 last week was the keeper of the moonshine. I’m just saying! 😛
Some of the group chill-axing on the deck. I left at around 8ish to make the 4-hour drive on home… which would have been cool and all, but I got stuck in Idaho Falls trying to get out without running over people attending the firework show… and then again in Pocatello. Laws almighty… grown folk walking the middle of the streets like it’s cow crossing day at the dairy farm. All in all I was glad I made the quick trip even if I did suffer a case of butt-sitting-itis.
Question of the Day: Did you have a barbecue on the 4th? What was on the menu?
On the way home I did stop by Gramster and Grampster’s ranch when they all lived in Victor. Madre likes to regale of stories of her youth at the ranch.
I’m pretty sure they didn’t have a big ole road going through it back in them days!