- Tue Jul 26, 2016 10:18 pm
The next morning, I changed into my Luau clothes...
... and then we hit the road in search of breakfast.
I ordered the Austrian Special.
What's the one thing that could possibly make it taste better? You already know the answer.
After breakfast, we ran some errands. First stop: the liquor store, where we purchased barely enough beers to see us through the day, a handle of Maker's, and a couple bags of ice. From there we drove to the smoke shop, where I purchased some butane for my lighter, and then we stopped by a gas station and filled the truck. Once we had all of that out of the way, Lando floated Hagen and me down some river while the lovely former Miss Wyoming ran our shuttle.
The plan was to drink a beer every time we caught a fish.
At the end of the float we counted the empty cans at Hagen's feet, and based on the math he (apparently) caught fourteen in just a couple of hours.
Lando hooked a few as well...
...including one that was easily the biggest fish I saw all weekend.
If Hagen had taken his netting duties more seriously we'd have photographic proof of this accomplishment, but as it stands you'll just have to take my word for it. The fish was huge.
While Lando and Hagen plied the waters, I hung out in the back of the boat, doing what I do.
Lando then insisted that I catch something, and since it's in bad form to refuse a reasonable request from your host, I obliged.
The scenery wasn't bad.
Even a rock that appeared to be flipping us off had a certain beauty to it.
After our float, Lando dumped off the boat and took us into town for dinner.
After we were seated, he said that based on my breakfast selection, I might like to try the chicken-fried chicken. I did, and it was fabulous.
When we got back to our campsite later that night, we discovered that the door to the Airstream was locked. We didn't want to break a window, so we called the lovely former Miss Wyoming. A short while later she pulled into our campsite with a fistful of keys. Unfortunately, not one of them opened the door to the Airstream, so we then called a locksmith.
The locksmith said it would take him close to an hour to get there, and that the cost would be $100. Hagen took the phone and said, "The most I'm willing to pay is $80, but if you come out tonight I'll give you the $80 in cash, plus a $20 tip."
"I'm sorry sir," the locksmith replied, "but I won't come out for less than $100."
Lando built a fire, and we spent the next hour watching the moon rise over the bluff.
The locksmith arrived as promised, and though he struggled with the lock for close to half and hour, eventually he succeeded in opening the door.
The lovely former Miss Wyoming then bade us goodnight, and after a few more drinks around the fire, we decided to call it a day.