Cruising Part 3: More Island Photos

Because it’s hard to get people to come over and look at my scrapbooks, here it is in digital form to be forced upon you.

St. Thomas
The Harbor at St. Thomas

This picks up from my earlier complaints about my cruise, and then my post on how amazing flamingos at the zoo are.

St. Thomas

The next cruising stop was St. Thomas, in the American Virgin Islands.

american virgin islands
Lots of wild iguanas all around the port. My farrier says they taste like chicken.

Because I’m collecting National Park passport stamps, I had booked us an excursion to go to St. Johns, where the national park is.

american virgin islands
The holy grail of National Park passport stamps.

We disembarked the cruise ship, and immediately got on the ferry for a 40 minute boat ride over. Unfortunately, we picked the wrong side of the boat to sit on, so while the guide told us about different areas of the coast as we passed, we saw this:

We passed the time by inventing names for the random islands we could barely see.
We passed the time by inventing names for the random islands we could barely see, like “No one wants to live there Island”, and “Do you think there’s a freshwater spring on that island Island?” We can not be trusted to come up with decent names for islands.

We passed over the exact spot where the Carribean Ocean becomes the Atlantic Ocean. The water became shallow and clear enough to see to the bottom. It was actually a very neat spot. Unfortunately, my pictures did not capture the brilliance of the spot, and they look exactly like every other ocean photo in existence, so they will not be included.

St. Johns
The harbor at St. Johns

The guide described St. Johns as the Beverly Hills of the AVI. The average price of a home is $1.4m. This crushed our fleeting dream of just staying on the island and never returning home.

Once we were docked, we unloaded for the next part of our tour – a guided bus tour of the island. This tour was a reinforcement of not having enough time in any of these places. It was just a tiny nibble of an island that contains so much more. I would have liked to have gone on the beach, hiked in the National Park, and explored the ruins, but nooooo, I have to be back on my boat.

st. johns virgin island
The beach that I can look at, but have no time to enjoy. What a tease. (also, not a bruise on my arm, there was paint or grease on the bus that rubbed off on me)
national park
A mere glimpse of the ruins of the plantation.

We passed by the beaches, the vacation rentals, and a resort, and they all look exactly as beautiful, rustic and perfect as you’d expect an island that 80% national park to be. We were told there were wild donkeys, but I did not see any in person. Later on the ferry ride back to the dock, I befriended a woman from another cruise ship, and she showed me the pictures she took with a wild donkey. It looked highly annoyed by her presence, with a nasty, pinned eared expression, so maybe they aren’t too friendly. I did see free roaming cattle on the side of the road, though. Everything I saw of the island was tropical forest with no open land, so I guess their pasture is the shoulder of the roads.

Our tour ended, and we had a little bit of time to explore the harbor town. Naturally, I flocked towards the stray chickens that wander the streets.

wild chicken
I dream of a world where chickens can cross the road without their motives being questioned.

As the chickens got sick of me following them, we moved on to one of the best parts of visiting a tropical island – sampling the local alcohol. First, we all got frozen drinks. The vendor was a tiny shop right on the street with a huge selection of flavors. She had a full menu of her creative offerings, but there was also the option to create your own. I could have been adventurous, but I know what I like – Miami Vice, which is pina colada mixed with strawberry daqurri. But, I did have her throw in pineapple, and that was a risk that paid off deliciously.

After finishing those, we decided to be adventurous and headed to a bar down the road. The sign was offering 16 oz drinks, and we thought that sounded like a good value. Unfortunately, that was a risk that did not pay off, as my brother-in-law and myself both ended up with horrible stomach pains from too much alchohol or sugar or both. Dave was oddly completely fine.

Luckily we managed to schedule our sickness far enough in advance of the ferry leaving that we were both fine moments before we left the dock. That would have been a horrible trip back otherwise.

Feeling fine on the ride back!
Feeling fine on the ride back!

We picked a way better spot on the return trip and were able to appreciate the tour. The guide, a California boy who wore no shoes, entertained us the entire ride. My favorite story was about when he had first moved here. He had been excited to learn that you can actually drink and drive at the same time. One day, he decided to drive down to the beach, so he ripped off his shirt, hopped in his car, popped open a beer and started driving. Not long after he started driving, a cop pulled him over. He protested when the officer walked up, saying it was legal to drink and drive. But, it turned out the officer had actually pulled him over because he wasn’t wearing a shirt. That was the illegal part. The cop held his beer while he signed the ticket, and then he held the cop’s beer while the cop signed it.

st. thomas harbor
A fort at the entrance to a harbor. There was a chain connected from this fort to one on the other side of the entrance. If someone they don’t like tries to come into the harbor, they raise up the chain! Now, this fort collects water that the wild donkeys drink, and can be accessed by a hiking trail.

St. Maartins

The very next day, we went on our last excursion – “Kayak and Snorkeling Adventure”. I’ve been snorkeling (I’m actually a certified scuba diver), but I’ve never been kayaking before. It was described as being “strenuous”, and that sounded perfect. I was craving a lot of activity!

I did not bring my camera on this trip because I assumed it would get either wet or sandy. Based on how I looked afterward, I would say that was a good decision to make. But, luckily my sister in law brought her underwater camera! An underwater camera is now a must have for all future water excursions. (Side note: I already have one… I just didn’t bring it on this trip. Foolish decision!)

Setting out on our kayak adventure!

We now know that it is super hard to steer a two man kayak. I thought it would be like paddling in a canoe. This is not the case (then I guess we’d just be canoeing, and not kayaking!).  We smashed into lots of other kayaks as we tried to figure out this kayaking situation.

The sad part about this excursion turned out to be that we were literally only kayaking to the next beach over. It was a disappointedly short kayak adventure.

But, we did make it, so success! 

We landed our boats and secured them, and then it was time to snorkel. Even though I love the water, I’m a huge baby about actually getting in the water, so I had a brief mental struggle before I finally went in. The sight of everyone else leaving the beach, swimming away and abandoning me, was great encouragement in getting moving. I waded in, cringing at the freezing water, but turned out I got used to it quickly, and it was very pleasant.

underwater picture
Ahhh, cool pleasant water!

We were all given life preservers to hang on to. Being in the water is second nature to me (thanks, years of forced swim team!), so at first I thought they were treating us like a bunch of babies. I wanted to be offended, but having been around lots of people who claim they are expert riders after a single tourist trail ride, I see where they are coming from. But, the life preservers had a second reason: Lots of boats go by, and it helps us be seen by the boats, and therefore not be run over and mauled with propeller blades. I do enjoy living to see another day.

I was having sooooooo much fun. I can’t believe I have gone so long without going snorkeling. Our little group ended up being the last group still out in the reef, and that had it’s benefit. The guide who was snorkeling with us found me a sea urchin to hold. He set it on my hand and I could feel its little tentacle shifting around. After a minute or so, he told me to tip it off my hand back in the water. I tipped my hand over, and the sea urchin was stuck to my hand. It had suctioned on to me. We all had a laugh, and then the guide graciously peeled the little guy off me. I was afraid of damaging him.

The guide told us the light colored sea urchins are harmless, but the black ones had spines on them. Don’t touch them.

The sea urchin and me. Also, our snorkeling guide (he’s shy). 

We headed back to the beach, and kayaked back. This time, Dave and I got the hang of it, and we shot through the water. If it was a race, we would have won. We were right behind the guide in getting back to our beach. We have decided that we both really like kayaking, and we’re going to find a way to keep doing it back in Virginia.

The excursion ended with a run drink. As all excursions in the Caribbean should! Then, it was back to being imprisoned on the boat for two whole days for the journey back to Ft. Lauderdale. It cemented in my mind that I really just want to spend time on the islands. Next time, I’m flying here straight here, and skipping the middle man. Instead of being stuck on the boat, I’m going to use all that time for hiking, kayaking, and snorkeling. And drinking rum. Obviously.

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Cruising, Part 2: The Bahamas

This was our first stop. We only had from 7am to 1:30pm to explore. We had no excursions planned, we simply walked off, and starting looking around town. There are many shops right by the pier, from the straw market and tourist souvenirs to high-end luxury brands, screaming out their “Duty-free” status.

One of the main streets. They were setting up for the Junkanoo Carnival.
One of the main streets. They were setting up for the Junkanoo Carnival. 

There’s a public beach about a 10-minute walk from there, and as we weren’t sure where else to go, we headed there.

The beach, featuring the type of boat I’d much rather sail around the Caribbean.

Junkanoo Beach is a small strip of beach with a few bars and vendors, and people willing to put out seats for us. We declined. It was early, and there was only another couple on the beach, setting up for their day of lounging. We weren’t looking to swim, and were not dressed for it, so we shortly moved on.


Exotic attractions, like stairs with no railings!
Exotic attractions by the beach, like stairs with string for a railing!

We really had no plan, so I decided we were going to to go the zoo. The men, having no better ideas, followed.

I felt like a very experienced traveler, as we walked down the street, frantically looking for a taxi. We all turned and stared at every car that drove by. Eventually, my step-brother-in-law managed to flag down a bus. As he was in a parking lot, and the bus was at least 30 yards away, driving down the street, it was impressive he managed to flag it. For $1.50 each, we took a ride over to Ardastra Zoo.

Since it was still early, we got there before the zoo opened. Luckily, they had a convient bench outside for us to wait on.


This is the infamous bench. Sorry I’m blocking the view. 

Eventually, the zoo opened. Inside, we were greeted by lots of exotic birds on perches.

The evilest bird that kept trying to attack me when I was trying to get a picture.
The evilest bird that kept trying to attack me when I was trying to get a picture. He’s not a fan of tourists.

With the exception of evil parrot, the animals here pose for photos. Every cage we went up to, the animals came over to strike up some poses for us. Are they somehow trained to do this? Why else would they all want their photos taken?

It looks just like my dog!
The most beautiful and noble bird.
The most beautiful and noble bird. 

We made our way around the zoo, but once we saw the food vendor, we had to stop. They had the most delicious homemade popsicles. They had bits of fruit on them, and they were amazing. A bit pricey at $4.50 each, but I would buy one again. As we were standing there, a white peacock came strolling by, out for its morning walk.

“Top of the morning to you!”

Despite the loose parrots, this was when we actually realized that there are loose animals at this zoo. There were two other green peacocks, and a big flock of flamingos just casually hanging out.

standing with flamingos

We mingled with all the birds, and ooohed and ahhed over the other animals.

This is a Capybara, the world’s largest rodent. I don’t think the picture can show the full scale of the size of this thing. It was huge! 

After viewing all the animals, we decided to head back to town to get some conch. But first, we stopped back at the vendor and bought rum punch, because buying mixed drinks at the zoo is a thing in the Bahamas.

Dramatic foliage filled walkway.

We had to walk from the zoo back to a main street because taxis do not come by the zoo regularly. We caught another bus, and although we discussed getting the van driver to give us a tour of the Bahamas, we decided against it. But know if you do go there, you don’t need to book the tour excursion from the ship, all taxi drivers are required to go through some kind of tourism class to learn enough about the island to give tours.

Back in town, we decided to seek out the Bahamian special, Conch. This is basically the animal that lives in those big conch shells. There are many resturants that offer it, we decided to go with The Bearded Clam, because I was with 3 males, and it made them giggle.

bahamas alley

Fried conch

They ordered both fried conch, and conch balls (cue more giggles). Everyone was very happy with the conch, and they were having 2 for 1 Bahama Mamas, so we were doubly happy.

We made our way back to the ship slowly, stopping at other bars who were also doing 2 for 1 Bahama Mamas. We finally stopped when our stomachs were hurting from the excessive sugar. Ah well, we don’t get very long in the Bahamas anyway…

I was going to make this one post, but it got too long, as I had too many pictures I wanted to share. Next up, more beautiful paradise islands!

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Cruising, Part 1

Despite my earlier stance that cruises are terrible and I’ll never go on another one, I ended up on another cruise. Except I justify this by saying that it was (mostly) paid for, and Dave’s entire family was going on it. It was a family reunion of sorts.

We were booked on the largest cruise ship in the world, the Titanic. Just kidding, it was Harmony of the Seas. But we were told so much that it was the largest cruise ship in the world, I felt like we were going to be hitting an iceberg, or small island. Good thing the water is warm, so instead of freezing to death, we’ll just all be eaten by sharks.

cruise ship
Docked in St. Thomas, in the American Virgin Islands.
Lined up with other cruise ships. It's the big one, on the left.
Lined up with other cruise ships. It’s the big one, on the left.

The islands were fun, but being on this ship has not changed my opinion that being on a cruise ship is like being locked in a hotel. This time, it was like a hotel/mall, but pretty much the same. If you like being locked in hotels and malls, cruise ships are the perfect vacation. If not, well, probably should pick another place to vacation.

My favorite part of cruising is definitely eating in the fancy dining room. We ate there almost every night, and I like that it’s like eating at a fancy restaurant, except I don’t have to pay anymore than I already paid to be on this ship. I ordered delicious tender beef in various forms every single night, and I tried escargot, except I’m not classy, so I just call it snail. It was weird and chewy, but I’m still alive so I rate it a 3/5, so-so, would eat again if I was starving at a fancy French restaurant. I also like dressing up, so formal nights are fun for me.

Formal night 1. Obviously spent with Puss in Boots.
Formal night 1. Obviously spent with Puss in Boots.
Formal night 2
Formal night 2, because I’ll be damned if I’m paying $20 for an official photo.

We signed up to go to every show. Some of them were a bit mind boggling.

Columbus! The Musical, included sharks and dancing cheeseburgers.
Columbus, The Musical! included sharks and dancing cheeseburgers.

It was amusing and featured lots of modern, popular songs. The plot went all over the place.

Life raft of backup singers.
Life raft of backup singers.

There was an ice skating rink on board, and they also had a show put to popular songs. It was like watching a music video on ice.

"Hit me with your best shot", or something similar.
“Hit me with your best shot” included actual hitting.

There was a second ice show, 1887, but I had trouble following the plot. A woman somehow got trapped in some kind of time warp which took her into space and under the sea. That’s about as much as I could figure out.

Other than shows, they had some activities on ship to help you through the long stretches at sea.

Mini golf occupied at least an hour.
That's about as high as I got.
That’s as high as I got.

Later, I shocked myself by going in the pool and going down a slide. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a pool. The pool space was incredibly crowded, and I got bumped into the whole time. Other than that, it was fun.

The real fun was in visiting the islands. That’s coming up next.

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Hiking in the Shenandoah

Before we go back in time, this weekend, I managed to have my car break down in DC. Ever the gracious wife, I agreed to a quick trip to DC to reset some computer equipment. I offered to just circle the block, but Dave insisted we just park. So I park, but then when I realized I parked illegally, I tried to start the car to move it, and it wouldn’t start. In the thirty seconds it was off, my car turned on me. Fiats are CRAP. It was a good commuter car, but now it’s broken my heart. Six hours later, I finally make it home, quickly ending my dreams of getting a ride in before dark.

But let’s go back in time to a happier time, to a two weeks ago, when I went hiking in the Shenandoah.

hiking trail in shenandoah
Some of it looked like this, but some of it was narrow and windy, requiring single file line. At one point, I had to pull onto the shoulder/boulder to let some people through.

Going into the Shenandoah in late October, I was expecting lots of beautiful fall colors. Well, there really wasn’t. What a waste of a trip into nature!

"Hmm, looks a bit too green in here."
“Hmm, looks a bit too green in here.”

The main reason my hiking partner and I go hiking is to collect stamps in our National Park Passports. I mean, I guess there’s that whole nature and exercise thing, but we are serious collectors. We need to collect stamps from all the parks in the U.S. It’ll be a difficult journey, but so far we’ve got a couple of VA ones, and nearly all the DC ones. It helps that all the DC ones are so close together.

Even further back in time to when we collected DC stamps. Here I am with a very important DC monument: The paddling boat dock.
Even further back in time to when we collected DC stamps. Here I am with a very important DC monument: The paddling boat dock.

But back to the past, except less past than the time I was in DC. There are bears in the Shenandoah. In actuality, there are bears in 95% of Virginia. There are a lot of bears around. But, especially in the Shenandoah. And especially in Virginia. There was a warning sign of what to do if you encounter a bear. Make yourself big, and if they attack, fight back. We had our own personal technique.

We made sure to practice our bear poses.
Practicing our bear poses. She was inspired by “The Scream”.
I am posed for flight.
I am poised for flight, ready to use my coat as a distraction.

So after acting stupid in the woods for a bit…

Ahhh!! She's been trapped by a vine!!
Ahhh!! She’s been captured by a vine!!

…we eventually continued on and got to a fork in the trail. On the right was gravel road on a steep incline. On the left, a wooded trail descending into the woods. Guess which trail we took!

Yes, my terrible, awful navigation skills took us up the gravel path. To be fair, the map descriped the trail as continuing on a fire road. It looked like a fire road to me.

The gravel road went on for about 1 mile, and it was all uphill. The entire trail we were hiking was only supposed to be 3.8 miles. The gravel road twisted around, doubling back on itself, and then had a few stretches of straight. While I am glad we got the exercise now, it was agony. Eventually, we reached a weather station on top of the mountain. While not our first clue that we weren’t on the right trail, it was a pretty big indication that perhaps, just maybe, we weren’t where we were supposed to be. Especially with all the warning signs around, telling us of dire consequences should we start touching things.

Luckily we did end up finding an unauthorized footpath that led back to the actual trail. It seems we weren’t the only ones to make such an idiotic mistake. And, it was all downhill and then level after that. It seemed amazing easy after that horrible trek. And this is how I learned I will never be able to be a true mountain climber. My pipe dream of climbing Everest has vanished after that 1-mile hike up a moderate slope.

Hurrah for downhill!
Hurrah for downhill!

Once the footpath reconnected with an actual hiking trail, we interrupted a man’s date with his lady friend to beg directions. He spent several minutes with us, thoroughly explaining where we were, and the correct path to take to continue his hike, while his lady tried to hint to him they should move on. But, he knew his directions, and he wanted to make sure we went the right way.

The correct route!
The correct route!

The rest of the path was so simple, it felt way too easy. We’re probably ready to move on to more challenging trails at this point. As long as the challenge isn’t a really long, uphill gravel road.

We eventually made it back to the car, and began the next leg of our journey: The journey to food. Skyline Drive is really long, especially when the speed limit is 35 mph. Eventually we buy some at the hiking cafe, and then, it was time to head home.

While driving, we came across a traffic jam. There was a bear! People were getting out of their cars to stare. We stayed in the car, it seemed way safer. But the bear got bored of the crowd and left after only about 30 seconds. Oh well… at least I can say I saw one.

Thus concludes Shenandoah hiking adventure.

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Horse Wanderlust – The Mongol Derby

It’s common knowledge that taking care of horses basically means, I never go anywhere. How could you? There’s horses to take care of, chores to do, and no one can take care of your horses the way you do. When you do end up going someplace, you spend the whole vacation worrying if everything is alright.

Except those of you that board, of course. You lucky ducks.

Let’s say, hypothetically of course, you do manage to get away for a vacation. Do you pick your spot based on what horse activity you can possibly fit in? Or maybe after you’ve picked your spot, you’re immediately googling for nearby horse attractions. This is definitely me. We have a vacation planned in the next few months and I’m instantly googling to see where I could ride. I was pretty disappointed when I found that the gorgeous tropical islands we will be visiting do not have horses. Honestly, what’s the point of a tropical paradise if you can’t ride on the beach, splashing in the waves?

I do want to see the world. I would love to be one of those magical people on Instagram whose job seems to literally be traveling. Other than not understand how that is possible, how could I be without horses? This is why I’m fantasizing about vacations that are all about the horses. The best way to take a vacation from your horse is to go see and ride someone else’s horse. Obviously.

Since I fantasize about being extreme and tough, the top of my list is the Mongol Derby.

Horse and Hound UK

This race is run by Adventurists, a British company that specializes in the craziest adventure vacations I have ever seen. Some of their other vacations include driving an antique motorcycle across a frozen Russian lake, driving a rickshaw through India, and a dugout canoe sailing race. They are certainly interesting ways to see the world.

The Mongol Derby, which started in 2009, is a 621 miles race over 7-11 days, via local feral Mongolian horses. It includes beautiful Mongolian scenery, sleeping under the stars or with the nomads, riding barely trained horses for 14 hours a day, and tons of potential injury. If that doesn’t sound awesome, I don’t know what does. This is the Everest of endurance races. You do it because it’s there.

The race costs $11,237 American dollars. It’s a pretty hefty sum, but it includes the horses, a saddle, a support team to care for you if you get hurt, tracking so your support team can find your battered body, and 3 days of training. I might be a crazy person, but it seems worth it to me… as long as they include airfare. Including airfare makes me feel like I got a good deal, no matter what the cost of something is.

Telegraph UK

The course runs through the steppes of Mongolian, a re-creation of the routes of the very first long-distance postal system (circa aproximately 1200). Using the system of stopping at gers, the tents the herders live in, and swapping out their horses, messengers could make it across the country in days. You can pretend you’re the messenger as you switch your feral horse for the next feral horse, although you can’t just ride your horse into the ground. Veterinarians will check your horse at each stop to make sure its still in good shape. Riders who don’t care for their mount are penalized.

Riders are provided a Mongolian horse to ride. The horses are actually pony sized, vital to the modern day life of the nomads, and they haven’t changed much since the days they were first used, as they are left free most of their life, and rounded up as needed. There isn’t human interference in this breeding program, it’s still darwinism at work. At each stop, you switch your feral horse for the next feral horse, although it should be noted that veterinarians will check your horse to make sure its still in good shape. Riders who don’t care for their mount are penalized. But I’m impressed by the apparent athleticism of these little horses, as many riders have said that they could easily have galloped the entire 25 miles, or in the case of the video below, did gallop the whole 25 miles.


My first thought was, If I really liked my horse, can I buy it and bring it home?! Sadly, there is no information on the website about this, but I have a feeling that these horses who roam freely over hundreds of miles, would probably be pretty sad in my 3 acre pasture. I would just have to appreciate them while I’m there, I suppose. Assuming they don’t throw me off and break my limbs, which would make me not appreciate them at all. According to some articles, the horses could bolt the entire time, fall over, or perhaps worst of all, completely refuse to go faster than a walk.

As someone who has ridden some green horses before, I think I’m up to the challenge. I want to see Mongolia, I want to ride for hours, sleep in gers, and experience something that I’ve never experienced before. Who’s with me for 2018?! (I need some time to work up my endurance, although I think I can practice on Pony, he looks kind of like these horses. Also I need to save some money, and convince Dave this is an excellent use way to burn some money.)

If you need some inspiration, here’s mine: I Rode a Horse of Milk White Jade, by Diane Wilson. I read this book as a kid, and it’s stuck with me every since. It’s about a Mongolian girl who is “chosen” by the horse when her foot is crushed by a horse’s hoof. She is forever a cripple, but she finds freedom on the horse’s back. When she’s a teenager, she pretends to be a boy and is drafted into the service of the great Khan, where she ends up becoming a messenger along this very route. It is a book for children, but it’s a pretty damn good book for children. Although I do intend to eventually find some adult reading inspiration… being an adult and all.

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Maryland Renaissance Festival

It’s that time of year again – Time for me to set aside my horse-ing so we can do something Dave enjoys.

The Maryland Renaissance Festival is the second largest in the country. It just started this last weekend and runs for the next 8 weekends. This past weekend had the theme of “Children’s Weekend”, but it seemed to contain an average number of children to me. They will be there for all the other weekends too, you can’t avoid them.

We (Dave, our friend, and I) got there as soon as it opened and managed to avoid all the crowds. There was no line to get in the parking lot, and no line for delicious breakfast crepes, although I did have to wait for them to be made. I guess it would have been asking too much for them to already know my order before I got there.

We went to the wine lane, and I got a cup of the most delicious riesling. I meant to get the name of it so I could buy lots of bottles of it later, but I failed to get it. Now it will be a life quest to get the name of it. I did figure out that the primary wine supplier is Linganore Wines, but I don’t see a riesling listed on their site. But I must know for sure so I will be heading there for a wine tasting.

heart bridge
The friend who conveniently turned away from the camera and I stand on a romantic bridge. I suppose technically it should have been Dave and me on the romantic bridge, but it wasn’t until afterward we saw the hearts, we thought it was just a random bridge. 

We stopped to watch the shows, including this very impressive display.

Aerial Silk Fantasy
I’ve always dreamed of hanging upside suspended from trees like a bat.

I wonder if I’m too old to learn this. I took gymnastics as a kid, that should count for something! I looked it up and introductory lessons are only $15, so I feel like I have to at least try it out. It looks fun, and that woman was super fit. I can’t even climb a rope and she scaled those silks like a monkey. I like the idea of having fun and being super fit. It seems like a win-win.

She must also have amazing stamina because she does this performance three times a day on both Saturday and Sunday.

We watched Wheel of Death again, which is always entertaining.

wheelofdeath Ichabod is very funny and puts on a good show, as evidenced by the huge crowd he draws.


We also did archery. I thought I’d have a huge advantage because I have a bow and arrows at home, and manage to hit the target. I wondered why I was paying for archery when I could do it free at home, but I did secretly want to show off my archery skills.

There was no showing off. I was terrible. I probably should practice more. I think I hit the edge of the target one time, although in my defense, the feathers on the arrows were very frayed. I’m fairly positive that will contribute to missing the target.

Not me shooting the bow. She hit the target three times.
Not me shooting the bow. She hit the target three times, and she doesn’t even have a bow and arrows at home.

After walking around for a while, we headed out. Unfortunately much of the “to do” there involves spending money, so not the best place to go if you’re trying not to spend money. Still fun though, and now Dave has it out of his system… Until next year!

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A Blogger Meetup!


The nice thing about meeting other bloggers is you already know what you have in common: (obviously) horses. I’d been following Sarah from A Soft Spot for Stars for some time now, possibly as long as I’ve been blogging, and a few months ago we started talking directly online. One thing to led to another, and she invited me down to visit, and said I could come ride Copper if I wanted. Copper was having a bucking problem in the transition to the canter, and I was very interested in this!

Last weekend, I made the trip down to south west Virginia and it ended up being a whirlwind weekend of horses, exploring, and amazingly delicious dip. Seriously, it was the best dip ever!

We started out by immediately checking out her horses, and I took a ride on Copper. Based on the videos Sarah showed me, I was thinking his issue had to do with being behind the leg, so I worked with him for a little bit on immediately moving forward when I asked. Being a western pleasure gentleman, he was a little confused that I suddenly wanted a very forward trot, but he obliged, moving up into a nice big trot, and then easing back. Once he was responding well to that, I asked him to canter, and off he went, with no bucking. Hurrah!

Sarah got him immediately, and she set off doing transitions. There was also no bucking. She really has an excellent seat, and they looked amazing together.

Sarah also let me ride Highness. Since I love thoroughbreds, I had really been looking forward to this.highness

She feels a bit out of control because of greenness, but she tries hard. It was funny to ride her because she looks so similar to Berry, so from my view, she could almost pass for her, if it wasn’t for our uncertain communication. Still though, she’s such a sweet girl, and we haven’t been communicating for long, so I’ll give her a pass for it.


Afterward, Sarah introduced me to her sweet little donkeys, henceforth called the Donks. One donk was especially sweet, and made me immediately want one of my own.

miniature donkey
Emma donk, of the overwhelming cuteness!

Although I actually don’t want to care for more animals, so probably not the best fit. But still, I can appreciate how insanely adorable they are!

After that bought of cuteness, it was time for exploring. Sarah took me up into the mountains to an overlook where it is possible to see 4 states. We made it up to the top of the lookout, even thought I had hesitations about the height as we went up.

From the ground, it doesn’t look so horrible, but once you start going up those stairs, and you peek out at how far below the ground is…

Once we actually made it though, it was pretty nice up there!

Ooooooh, aaaaaaahhh
Lovely view, but impossible to be sure which state is which. They need to install some signs. 

We then did the most logically thing, which was eat and drink wine. Sarah has the most incredible dip recipe that is so delicious, I think it could be a meal in itself. I’m going to be making it back at home soon.

The next day, we returned to the barn, but unfortunately it was raining, forcing us to stay indoors. It was still enjoyable just to sit and watch/talk while Sarah rode Copper around in inside. Definitely a plus of riding indoors, it keeps the conversation flowing!

Unfortunately I had to head off shortly afterward, but I’m really excited for the next visit! Hopefully it will be soon, as we still have much to do together! It was such a fun weekend, and so nice to meet up with another blogger!

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Renn Fest 2015

Of course we went to the Maryland Renaissance Fair this year. Of course.

We started out by getting food/wine. Sure, it might have only been like 11am, but Dave had been talking up those turkey legs, so there was a small demand for them.

Then everyone got to watch me get my hair braided. Luckily we brought patient people who didn’t mind standing in line with me, and then standing there while I had it done. Sadly, I found small reasons to not like it, so it was all for naught!

It was supposed to be lower on my neck! That's what the picture showed! It's not supposed to be so high! AGHHH!!!
It was supposed to be lower on my neck! That’s what the picture showed! It’s not supposed to be so high! AGHHH!!!

There was a man doing with his “Wheel of Death”.




It wouldn’t be Renn Fest if I didn’t get into an argument with a random vendor. We saw a booth that had stuffed dragons dressed up as random characters, which I thought was adorable. I was drawn to one that dressed up as a knight when I had an inspiration. There was a sign that said “Ask Us About Custom!” so I asked the guy behind the counter about making a dragon dressed up as a horse or a unicorn. He retrieved the owner, who came out and demanded to know how she would dress up a dragon like that. I said the unicorn wouldn’t be too hard, maybe have a horn tied to its head, maybe a silly mask, a mane and tail tied on, and she just kept repeating, “How do I dress up a dragon as a horse or a unicorn?!” in a very nasty tone. So I told her she was being very rude to me, as a customer, trying to give her money. She gave a really half-assed apology “I’m sorry that you feel that I’m being rude,” and we left. She’s supposed to be the creative mind selling these, and she offers custom, and she can’t think of anything? Why would she try to make me feel like a jerk for daring to ask about getting a custom piece done? Sheesh.

We went down the lane and found another store selling stuffed dragons (although not dressed as anything), so we bought one there. I plan to tie a unicorn horn to its head, and voilia! Unicorn/dragon. That wasn’t so hard, was it?!

We watched the jousting, and someone was actually dehorsed! I haven’t seen that happen before. Sadly I did not get a picture of it. The unhorsed man was clearly annoyed, and flung his gloves to the ground.

But I did get a picture of the moment before the de-horsing!
But I did get a picture of the moment before the de-horsing. The white horse’s rider came off. The black knight triumphs!
There was a lady jouster, but she did not actually participate in the joust, just the skill games part. I was disappointed.
There was a lady jouster, but she did not actually participate in the joust, just the skill games part. I was disappointed.

I can now officially say that I had ridden an elephant. Sure, it was only for like 3 minutes, but I did it!

and I have this terrible photo of us to prove it!
and I have this terrible photo of us to prove it

We ended the day by going to the small zoo, and debating whether this African crocodile was real or a plastic model. It was not moving, or breathing, or giving any indication of life.

Reveal your secrets!!
Reveal your secrets!!

There were also a lot of American alligators, but those were clearly real.

“Hey guys, what are you doing later?! I’m up for whatever!”

I think they were going for an “ick” factor, because the place was filled with reptiles and insects. But it seems it was run by some kind of conservation group, and had lots of photos of their work. They just know what appeals to the sort of people that come to the Renaissance Festival.

They are only open for the season until the end of next weekend and then it’s gone until next year. Parting is such sweet sorrow. (They have a lot of Shakespeare plays going too).

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New Orleans’ Ghost Tour

On the last day I was there, I took a walking ghost tour, which is exactly what it sounds like. They walk you through the French Quarter and tell you about ghosts.

I have to preface this with saying, I don’t believe in ghosts. At all. The guide asked who didn’t, and I was one of only a few that raised their hands. So I am supposing that I am in the minority about this.

We were encouraged to take lots of photos and see if we caught a picture of a ghost. I wonder what kind of special ability a camera (made by man) has of getting a picture of something that is apparently not visible by man’s own eyes? There’s some voodoo going on at the Apple manufacturing plant? (well, that’s a given, but for other reasons.)

Because perhaps you believe in ghosts, it’s time to play:

Spot the Ghost!

The rules are simple, I post the photos of the ghost tour I took in New Orleans, and you tell me if you see a ghost in any of them. I personally didn’t, but maybe my unbelieving eyes aren’t capable of seeing them.

Our first destination was pirate’s alley. Hilariously enough, as our guide was telling his pirate story, a pirate walked by, causing our entire group to silently stare at him. Maybe we had a group hallucination?

Walking down into pirate’s alley

The most important thing I learned in pirates’s alley is that even ghost pirates love rum. Keep that in mind in case you end up having one haunting you, apparently they can be bribed.

We went by the Omni Hotel next. The story there is true, and it’s pretty horrible. There’s a lot of information out there about this one, because it just happened in 2006. Check it out here. I could have swore I took a picture of the place where he jumped, but I couldn’t find it at all when writing this post. Sure, it could have been the ghost that deleted it, but it also could have been a faulty SD card. Or my faulty memory.

Walking around some more, we came to a theater that we didn’t go in, but we did go to the pub next door to encourage us to buy more drinks. At that point, I decided I had drank way too much already, so I just sat quietly and stared at the wall to the theater.

Probing the wall for it’s mysteries!

Apparently an actress hanged herself. And then cursed some performances. Some people are just so bitter about their former workplaces.

Across the street, I sensed a heavy police presence.

Woooooo I think I see a cop!

I think there may have been too much action going on for ghosts to show up. I don’t know much about ghosts, but I feel like they like things that are nice and quiet.


We continued on, where we passed this house that was decorated by corn. Unfortunately we did not hear the story of the corn house, but instead heard a story about the inn next door.

Vegetables are under utilized as decoration.

This story kind of gave me a creepy feeling, assuming it was true of course. Back in the day of using camera film, husband and wife are staying at the inn, carefully using their allotment of pictures on things people actually want pictures of. Nearing the end of their vacation, they see they are out of pictures way before they thought they would be. When they go home and develop their pictures, the last 3 pictures are of them. Taken from above their bed while they were sleeping. Creepy. Naturally they complain, but the inn management claims they didn’t do it, and are baffled by it.

Not far from the corn house, is the most famous haunted house in New Orleans: The house of Madame Lalaurie.

The ghost(s) demand impeccable maintenance of the house!

If you don’t know who this is, you should google her, because what she did was so gruesome I don’t think I want to go into the full details. Basically she tortured and murdered her slaves. But if you know her from American Horror Story, I watched that out of curiosity when I got home, and wow, what a terrible show. The most horrific thing about it was how boring it was.

Kitchen/slave quarters to the left, main house to the right.

Moving on from there, we went inside a haunted house. Or more specifically, an apartment sitting on top of a restaurant, accessed by this super creepy hallway.


Inside, we heard that this building used to be a brothel, and a prostitute that worked there was so upset by her life that she drowned her young child in the well outside, and then hung herself in the corner pictured below.



Even though it happened right in the room, I sensed nothing unusal or out of the ordinary. Although I did notice that the bathroom bin was overflowing with trash, so someone should get on that before the ghost is angered.

After a comment from the guide about how non-believers are poor tippers, the tour was over. Self fulfilling prophecy I’m guessing.

Did you see any ghosts?

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The Insects of New Orleans

New Orleans Insects
I’ve always wanted to fly into fun!

Luckily the insects were caged, and not loose. That would have been pretty horrible. These particular insects were housed at an insect museum on Canal Street. I went inside, paid my $17 admission fee, and it quickly became obvious that this was a museum intended for children.

A “Free Candy” van picture would probably be in poor taste, but I did consider including it.

Whatevas, I can enjoy it just the same! I’ll show those children how to properly enjoy a museum! At once, my maturity was apparent over the children.


That snake with legs is called a millipede, and they are apparently harmless, much like rolly-pollies. The employer assigned with holding the creature seemed quite fond of it, passionately defending it to the museum patrons that were grossed out by it. I’m nearly sure I heard him whispering sweet nothings to it as I walked away.

I then found my new favorite shellfish (at least in the list of top 5 all time favorite shellfish):

I love creatures with little beady eyes.
I love creatures with little beady eyes.

And then it’s monstrous giant plastic representation:


There were those ants that are always featured in Nat Geo shows that carry leaves.

They were the busiest insects in the museum by far.
They were the busiest insects in the museum by far, really putting those other free loading insects to shame.

Termites are a problem in this area, or so I surmised by the section completely devoted to them.

Comes with free termites to take home!

My favorite part was the section devoted to swamp life. WP_20150625_026 It was there I ran into (one of) my sworn enemy(s), a 1 foot long alligator. WP_20150625_031 Our encounter came as a surprise. I next to the aquarium, snapping pictures, when I turned to look at the aquarium. The alligator was floating there, watching me. I let out a scream of surprise, and the alligator jumped and swam away. It reminded me of a story that my brother-in-law just told me. One day, he arrived home earlier than usual and his wife was taking a shower. He was purposely being loud so she’d know he was there, and then he headed into the bathroom for some reason. She pushed open the curtain to get out and spotted him, and screamed in surprise. My brother-in-law thought she saw something he didn’t, and (in surprise) started screaming as well, which scared her, so she screamed more, so for a moment, both of them just stood there, screaming. That’s how my encounter with the alligator felt.

There’s a couple other sections showing spiders, and scorpions and all sorts of creepy gross insects, so I moved on to a slightly less creepy section, the butterflies.

Display of real butterflies emerging from their cocoons.
Display of real butterflies emerging from their cocoons.

Frankly, I don’t know why people like butterflies (well, no, I do have an idea of why), I think they are creepy and weird. They are basically flying, gross worms. Seeing their little faces up close gives me the creeps.

Just cropping this photo down grosses me out.
Just cropping this photo down gives me the heeby jeebies.

There was an area where you go in and walk around with the butterflies loose. There was also a koi pond, where I witnessed the attempted murder of a butterfly that had landed in the water. Three koi swam up and grabbed at the thing, trying to rip it to shreds. I felt almost like I should cover the nearby childrens’ eyes. How it managed to escape I do not understand, but somehow it may it to the edge of the pond where it disappeared into the foliage.

Who's bright idea was it to put butterflies in with these ruthless killers??
Who’s bright idea was it to put butterflies in with these ruthless killers??

There was a tank of moths in the butterfly room, as apparently moths are lesser creatures and not allowed to socialize with the butterflies.

Probably because they look like a tank of vampires and/or bats.
Probably because they look like a tank of vampires and/or bats.

They were huge, bigger than my hand. I should have held up my hand to show the contrast, but you can just imagine my monster hand next to this monster insect.

It gazes out of the glass, yearning to be free like the butterflies.
It gazes out of the glass, yearning to be free like the butterflies.

I made my way to the exit and saw the single most beautiful flying worm.


I admired it for a moment and then pressed the button to leave. There’s either some kind of bug (hehe) with the door release, or they like to make you wait before it opens. So as I stood there, a giant ugly butterfly started hovering over me.

“It must like you!” laughed the attendent watching.

“Well isn’t that sweet!” I started to say, before it turned into a yelp cause the gross thing landed on me. “AHH!!! GET IT OFF!!”

And then the doors released and I ran through to escape the clutches of the giant butterfly. You are actually supposed to shake all butterflies off before leaving the area, so as soon as I ran through the doors I wondered if I had released a butterfly plague upon humanity. But a check in the mirrors showed it had not come through the door with me. Probably got scared when I screamed, much like the alligator and my brother-in-law/sister-in-law.

And that was the end of the museum.

Still to come, ghosts of the French Quarter! I know everyone’s on the edge of their seat!

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