Today started at around 9:30 when I got up to shower and head to Grand Judith's place to pick up the trailer and get that all figured out. A picture will come tomorrow. Uncle Phelps gave me the run-through, and though we got stuck in a ditch while trying to empty the septic tank, that was the only hiccup. I stayed behind to move and situate all of my food and clothing in the "casita" (which I found out is named Rita), and found myself jamming out to AC/DC while doing so - that's the fist time in awhile. After a little, Issac called me up and told me that Ida was getting a pedicure, so he came over and help out. He got a kick out of Rita, and before long we took off to play some disk golf on the local course. It was my first time playing, and I think I did pretty well. Issac apparently plays a lot, and I can really understand why he likes it so much - it's pretty theraputic.

After 9 holes we headed over to Uncle Phelps's place for the fiesta. When we arrived the keg was tapped, and Quint was domintating the half-pipe out back. The morning started off gray and cold, but eventually got absolutely beautiful, so everyone was in a good mood. After some drinks we went over to the park to watch some live music - Pat Green was headlining. We watched professional karaoke, some dancers, and finally the man himself. His band was in full swing, and the show wasn't too different from when JD and I saw him in the Woodlands a couple years ago.

It only took me a couple groovy country tunes to realize that the party back at the house was probably hopping, so I headed back to grab some more food. As I got back, I heard Issac pickin' some banjo, so I decided to join him on the guitar with some simple strumming. It sounded pretty good, so before long we moved outside to play for some of the guests. A guy joined us on the spoons, and so I guess we had a regular old orchestra going for awhile. Whether by chance or becuase someone was trying to tell us something, music came on over the speakers, so we got cut short, but that's OK - my fingers were getting a little tired.

The night ended with some volleyball and flip-cup, and since that was at around 11, you can get an idea of what kind of day it has been. People have started to trickle out of the party, but the hardcore guys are still all here. Phelps has passed out, probably due to oxycodon for his teeth and a few brewskis - I don't blame him, I'm off soon too. Currently we are sitting in the round room trying our best to remember the words to Old Dan Tucker while Issac plays it on the guitar. I think it has gotten to that point when everyone is basically amused with anything.

Tomorrow I am headed off on the first leg of the journey involving the camper, and I am very excited. I think I'm going to truck it all the way to Rocky Mountain National Park, but I may stop for the night at CC with Carol's friends. We'll see how I feel when that time comes...

Wait - Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man
He washed his face in the frying pan
He combed his hair with a wagon wheel
And died of the toothache in his heel

Get out the way for old Dan Tucker
He's too late to git...