I am Mot. I am Nej’s evil other half and I have finished the dreaded “Honey Do” list. Yes today it consisted of just one item. Sweep all the floors. I am reporting all floors swept and the piles of cat hair tumble weeds disposed of. Now I have IDLE HANDS and so I am Hijacking Nej’s blog.
Memorable moments in time, we all have them. I will never forget my first view of Nej. She was standing En guard in a friends fencing class .. yes I said fencing.
This is how it looks when people know what they are doing and can do it. This is not how Nej looked. There she was in a club coat, wearing a club mask in blue jeans and sneakers with a LOONNGGG pony tail sticking out the back. She did not have her balance right arm much centered, her free hand in front of her and her foot work was horrifying. I don’t think I have ever seen a lovelier sight.
Fast forward a year and some: Nej and Mots wedding day.. we eloped screw the big wedding headaches. I remember the smile on her face as she tried not to giggle during the ceremony. I knew all would be right in the world if I could see that smile every day.
Time progresses: Nej and Mots tent camping vacation. We had our plans, off to western Nebraska we went. We had this little tent that was given to us by Nej’s parents. Well, we hit http://www.nebraskatravels.com/toadstool-geologic-park.html. And began our vacation. It is an amazing place one of those places where the rough harsh landscape is actually quite pretty in its own way. We drove forever on a single track road/trail. Found the tiny camp ground all out in the open and set up camp. All by our lonesome, we spent the day hiking. We cooked dinner and then as we were sitting there we saw the thunderhead of death moving in. Of course, at the time it was "Ohhh PRETTYY."
It was an amazing sunset. Well to bed we went. That night we did not sleep. The tent was flapping in the wind I firmly believe that our body weight was the only thing keeping it on the ground. It looked like the blair witch project from the inside with the sides slamming in. The rain beating on the tent like a drum as the wind would swirl in and force mist into the tent every chance it could. The wind was howling like a mad beast snatching at anything it could get a hold of. I moved the truck twice trying to block the wind with no affect. We sat there and giggled like drunken teenagers stealing sips of champagne at a wedding reception. When the morning finally came we were delirious with the lack of sleep and celebrated surviving the marathon storm by packing up the wet tent, wet cloths and spilled coolers into the truck and off we went. No clue where we were going as long as it was NOT here. It was a "which way Nej?"… "LEFT!".. and off we were, several massively caffeinated hours later we arrived at Custer State Park, in South Dakota. A paradise in our minds. What a great trip.
I am off to sit on the deck with a good book and a beverage. Perhaps Nej will tell you more.
I hope I did not bore you.