Gather round, boys and girls. I’m going to share some tales from the Butt. Lake, that is. As I mentioned the other day, my southern gentleman and I recently trekked to one of my all-time favorite spots and a vacation location that I’ve been visiting annually since I was… I can’t remember. 10? I started visiting Butt Lake (near Lake Almanor/Mt Lassen here) with my childhood BFF, Maren, when we were awkward pre-teens. Her family has been going en mass every year since her mom was a little girl. Over the years, the family brought friends, those friends grew up and brought more friends and children, whose children brought their children, etc. etc. Now there are about 60+ people who descend upon the lakeside campgrounds every year at the same time – last week of July, first week of August.
This year was special. This year was the first year that Matt (aka: Southern Gentleman, The Virginian, HOBL) visited the lake. Matt, meet Butt Lake, Butt Lake, meet Matt. As odd as it may sound, it was an emotional and cherished event. Ever since we were little, us Butt Lake girls would talk about bringing our prince charmings to Butt Lake eventually. “We have to find someone who fits in here perfectly,” we would agree solemnly. Well, boy did Matt fit. He was born for Butt Lake! It’s not hard to imagine when half of our house is taken up with fishing gear, guns, outdoor ensembles, and general REI gear. God knew.
Top 10 Commandments for Butt Lake:
Thou shalt have no schedule
Thou shalt laugh hourly
Thou shalt consume donuts at least once a day
Thou shalt acquire a red dirt tan
Thou shalt never go down the Feather River in a 2-person kayak (important this last year)
Thou shalt talk friendly trash during card and board games
Thou shalt watch cheesy movies at nearby Susanville
Thou shalt not lay thine sleeping bag over a wasp nest
Thou shalt possess an anti-constipation remedy
Thou shalt be nice to thine neighbors (especially on the Sinking Log)
Here are some shots (compliments of Maren’s camera):
Sign in nearby Chester
Butt Lake beauty
This is Maren
That handsome older gentleman is the original Butt Laker – Grandpa Hannibal!
Swedish pancakes… drool
Hunkiest Monopoly player I’ve ever seen, but I’m partial
This is me behind the camera here. Master skill (cough). But beautiful model and Butt Lake fashion!
The motley crew ready to head down the Feather River
Ok, I’m getting back on the bandwagon. I have too many funny stories, interesting experiences and passionate convictions not to be blogging. Also, I’m in Social and Digital Marketing so I really need to be eating my own dog food here. As of now, I know two people who will be reading this: My sister and two fellow blogger friends who have encouraged me (read: kicked my butt) into gear.
If nothing else, I hope this blog serves as a welcome break from your work. A chance to laugh it up, learn something new (perhaps you’re not familiar with Jane Austen or guns?). Perhaps even be encouraged.
While simultaneously munching on some Sour Patch Kids, I’ve compiled a list of topics which, if you’re at all interested in, might lead you to enjoy this blog:
Jane Austen (or other Regency period anglo-lit)
Hunting (turkey, deer, etc… you name it, if it’s alive and it’s not human, my husband might be stalking it)
Creativity (crafts, design, exhibits, etc)
The Christian Life (ain’t so glamorous, but it’s good)
The Great Outdoors (and sometimes the Not So Great Outdoors)
Random Humorous Miscellany
As you can see, we cast a wide net here in the Rhoads Abode. Hopefully, there will be something for everyone. Happy weekending!
Well we’ve been married for a month now, and I believe our marriage will resemble fine cheese or wine – it gets better with time!
We are settling into our new apartment, and although there are still some boxes strewn, it is really feeling like home. The other good news is that we don’t smell the neighbor’s “doobies” as much anymore. There’s nothing like waking up to pot wafting through your bathroom window as you shower for the day. Talk about waking up the nostrils! <insert sarcasm here>.
Last week, we wandered over to our neighboring town’s farmer’s market. It’s called Hot Harvest Nights (catchy, no?) and it’s a necessary summer activity. I LOVE farmer’s markets. We followed our usual food trail by starting at the kettle corn booth. This allows us to stuff our faces with sugary, salty goodness while shopping for healthy food items like kale and green beans. Hey, we don’t pretend to be granola heads! After weaving our way up one side of the street (with a stop at the Afghani “pizza” stand for samples), we stopped at the best tamale stand in the Bay Area. Spicy pork and chicken tamales are a great way to break up the vegetation.
Also, last week I got to have lunch with my sister, Kendall. She was up in the area for her job, so we met for lunch at my new favorite hot spot in Redwood City – Martin’s West Gastropub. It’s a modern but rustic and cozy pub that serves traditional Scottish fare with a gourmet twist. We feasted on scotch eggs (a hard-boiled egg, covered in a layer of sausage, and breaded/fried), pasties (flaky pastries filled with cheese and kale), tandoori fries and sticky toffee pudding. Yum!
Kendall reeeeeeally liked the scotch eggs. Can you tell?
Now it’s a week later, and we’re off on a new adventure – our first “mini-moon”. Once a month, for the first year of marriage (at least) we have vowed to go away for the weekend somewhere. It could be camping, or luxury living, but either way, we’re going! For this August mini-moon, I have no idea where we’re going, as Matt has planned it and it is a surprise. Weeee! Stay tuned to see where we went….
Well here we are. For the third time. Hopefully, in the blogging world, the third time’s the charm! As I thought about my new patchwork quilt of family, dispersed all around the country, and my even bigger friend-family all over the world, I was so sad that they wouldn’t be able to be a part of our new life. Not just the dressed up landmarks, but the every day. The nitty gritty. The snacks between meals, if you will.
The result is the birth of this new blog, Open R(h)oads. The title, aside from a shameless wordplay exploration of my new name (hyuck), represents how I want our lives to be in many ways – not hidden, but open, visible, semi-transparent (plain transparent was too much for Matt). Also, it hints at the traveler’s perpetually “open road”, which I like.
Let me manage your expectations, however. I can’t promise to be good or consistent at this. It may flop! But I figured that if you’re a loved one, you will forgive us (me… let’s get real here).