fallen timber for the long weekend was great, except for one minor glitch on day 3... but that was resolved. i hung out with some people i never would have thought i would have spent time with. they weren't so bad, and actually, these people are still funny - even through all the crap we went through about a year or 2 ago. made some good memories, sitting by the fire, quadding, riding on the back of clint's dirtbike as he cruises and my life flashes before my eyes, hanging out in the sunshine at the river, and fishing. i just love being outside.
clint and i came home on the sunday and neeeeeeeded a day to relax, shower, and SLEEP. so monday we lazed around a bit before hussling our butts to pack for our next adventure: banff. what a cute town, and we had a cute time in it... even spoiling ourselves with a $73.00 meal and a hotel that was way over priced for how much it sucked. but clint and i got through, like always.
after banff, what a drive we had... to no where. our plans to camp and camp and keep camping failed - no campsites were available and all the beaches were flooded. after driving for about 9 or so hours... we called it quits. we spent more money on gas, and more money on a hotel. but we got a slight deal on this hotel, and got to enjoy a nice hottub followed by the last two episodes of breaking bad... that show completes our lives.
since our camping plans sucked, we made plans to drive to kelowna and beach it with my family. but, another situation arose as we had to finally admit how much we suck at life: we drove by like 7 campsites on the way to kelowna. we were just looking in the wrooong places! kelowna was a treat... 33 degrees and we melted away. boy, we love the water! and a good tan. i also love my family - great to see them, great for them to meet clint, and great for clint to move the dryer and fix some things that the girls were in desperate need of. hehehe
and our trip went on and on and on and on! so did the memories. we left kelowna, after some personal struggles (L) and headed on our way to rocky mountain house for a family camping weekend with all the alexanders. it was about a 10 hour drive, soooo needless to say we were pretty slow going and not really welcoming it. but we got on the way, and of course, things didn't work out as planned - haha but that's okay! we couldn't make the full 10 hour trip, so we stopped to stay at yet another hotel... or a motel, rather. the sketchiest motel in all of alberta, i'm pretty sure. place was renovated, but completely unfinished; there were no bedside tables, the air conditioner wasn\t allocated a spot to be plugged in, there was no outlet in the bathroom, the shower didn't work, and a light kept turning on and off right across from our room all night. creepy, i know. to make things even better, i woke up... after hardly sleeping... around 2 am, only so start my twelve hour food-poisoning-vomitting trek. oh boy, what a lousy night. clint even woke up and sat with me all night, ran to the store to get me anything that might heal this disaster, and wrapped me up in a blanket after i threw up and then froze to death. needless to say, clint is so lovely. we have this ongoing joke that you can't marry anyone until you've seen them vomitting and shitting at the same time... wedding bells, pursue.
we left about 9 am, only half hour off schedule (pretty good considering the night we had, including the zero sleep) and we peaced it outta there - i stole the garbage can cause i couldn't contain myself... whateverthefuck was happening to me... and clint gave the key to the room back to an empty counter, because no one was near. SKETCH. driving to rocky mountain house was hell, because my body was killing me from the inside out. clint tried to drive more gently. but when you're that sick, everything hurts. the alexander gathering was great, and i wish i was healthier for it. everyone was so neat to talk to, and they all seem like they have their own crazy ways of having fun. i secluded myself to a field alone in clint's camper chair, just me and my garbage can against the world. i was so sick, so many times, with nothing but water and gingerale in my system. watch out alexanders...
clint and i finally made our way home, after only about 5 hours at the campsite... i couldn't do it anymore and i was tired of puking all day, alone. my stomach hurt, i was so weak i couldn't even hold myself up anymore, and i was cranky... obviously. clint really wanted to stay a little longer cause he says i looked healthier... i should have listened to him because this is only an annual family gathering and we don't see these people often apparently. but i didnt know, and i was tired of being sick, and now we've been home for like 5 hours and i havent physically been sick, but i'm not healthy either. what is this anyway?
... but hey, now we are home, after countless cities, 3 hotels, 4 different beds, numerous faces, zero cigarettes, and 12 hours of pure sickness. love, to clint! and love, to our time together!
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