The next morning sarluminnow noticed that his dog was suffering from a foot injury, so he packed up his belongings and we bid him farewell and safe travels.
Lando had talked about doing a walk and wade all week, and now that there were only three of us left it seemed an opportune time to make the attempt.
Unfortunately I only had one wading boot in my possession, having lost the other back in June.
More info about that here for those who care.
http://www.drakemag.com/phpBB3/phpBB3/viewtopi ... 3&start=48
We led FSB to the local Verizon store so he could purchase a new phone and then headed to the shop.
We still had a cooler full of cheap beer, so we loaded up the shop fridge with all of the Natty Light, Coors Light, and Bud tall boys that Hagen somehow didn’t drink.
After that I approached the proprietor and said, “I need some felt -bottomed wet wading boots. Size ten.”
“We don’t carry felt.”
“OK. What do you recommend?”
Lando then interjected with, “Well, since you seem to have trouble tying your shoelaces, I’d recommend these.”
“Fine. I’ll take them.”
The proprietor then screwed a bunch of bling into the soles and said, “Trust me. These are better than felt.”
FSB joined us at the shop, and we decided to go in search of the roller that had disengaged from Lando's trailer earlier in the trip.
Along the way we stopped at this lake and had meatloaf sandwiches while Sheldon and Louie did some swimming, and then continued on our journey.
Afterwards Lando gave FSB directions to a good spot where he could throw streamers while we went hunting for the roller.
The roller wasn’t where Lando thought he’d lost it, but he found it just the same.
We caught up with FSB and then despaired at the desolation surrounding us while we waited for Heero.
Heero never showed.
FSB really wanted to spend another day with us but he had other commitments, so we caravanned to a spot near the Montana border where even I could catch a fish if I so desired.
Lando said, “We need to see if those new boots work,” so he took me to a river full of mossy rocks and I waded in.
I didn’t fall down, which is good, but I also contaminated the boots with a communicable fish disease.
Not so good.
FSB knew better than to get wet.
After a bit of casting practice we said goodbye to FSB and Sheldon and made a promise to see them again sooner rather than later.
Once we were in the truck I said to Lando, “It’s getting late, so I can either join you on a walk and wade, or I can make pizza.”
“What do you want to do?”
We headed back to town and stopped at a grocery store.
I still had the new boots on when I entered the store, and as I walked the aisles the noise of the studs making contact with the floor made it sound like a high-heeled hooker was pushing the cart.
We got back to the house, Ian came over, margaritas were made, and that night we dined on Thai chicken pizza, Chicago deep dish, and Ian's favorite dessert: angel-pussy-drippings-something-or-other.
I had a (*) Caesar salad in the fridge, but nobody wanted it.
The next morning I packed up my shit and then Lando and I had some breakfast and went to the shop.
The shop was packed.
Mostly with customers, but also with a couple of characters sprawled on the couch enjoying Natty Lights for breakfast.
Lando then took me to the airport, and we vowed to do it again next year.
Side Note From Debbie Downer:
Before I left for the luau my wife’s dog stopped eating.
Never a good sign.
My wife brought him to the local animal hospital while I was away.
The diagnosis was cancer, and he was suffering.
I arrived home Tuesday evening, and the next day we took the dog back to the animal hospital and paid a vet to kill him.
He had a good life - better than most of the people on this planet - and that's really the best I can do for any animal I take into my home.
I’ll end this with some random photos of Louie and Hagen.
Many thanks to Lando for hosting, and to FSB for rowing, and to Louie for playing Frisbee with me, and to Sheldon for not breaking my shit, and to Hagen for being Hagen and picking up the tab just about every place we went.
If Lando agrees to host this again next year, do your best to make it out.