10 day tour

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10 days goes quick! Morgan was here and we were on the move!

Delwynne and I picked her up at the Auckland airport around 9 in the morning. We went back "home", she was able to shower and recover a little from the long flight. We took a "tiki tour" around downtown Auckland and headed back home for some lunch. Del was test riding a motorcycle for the weekend.. so Morg and I made us a picnic lunch and we met Del on her bike at the top of Mount Eden. We sat on the steps, enjoyed the view, and ate our pineapple and cheese toasties (my new fav thing). We soon hit the road headed for Raglan.

All I knew about Raglan, is that it's a really popular spot for surfing and a lot of people go there. I hadn't been, so we didn't really know what to expect. Whatever it was we had in our heads, was not what Raglan cracked up to be. It was true.. it's a place for surfers. That's about all there is to Raglan. It was really pretty, right on the water, but other than that... not a whole lot. We snapped a few pics and were back on the road.

We made our way to my other "home", in Taupo, Davids. We had a long day of driving, but I still wanted to show Morg the sights! We went by Huka Falls, and later to the hot pools. We met up with two of the guys I worked with at the hostel and hung out at the hot pools. We got in pretty late, so were in the hot pools around 11PM with a few others. Well, come 12:30 it was just us four. We were hanging out and chatting when this guy and girl came down and said "Hey, do you mind if we get in naked? We're nudists"... I, thinking he was kidding, laughed and said "ha, no, not at all". Another 10 people file out around the corner and here we sit, the four of us, surrounded by 12 naked nudists! LOL. I SO wish we had a video of ourselves and our faces... we were hilarious, the whole thing was hilarious. They all pile into this little pool that we are sitting in and barely talk to us. There were plenty of other spots to go, but they make their naked way right in. We tried to strike up a convo, but it wasn't really working. We only got that one of them was from Montana, but had been living in Taupo for a few years.. other than that, we just stared at them, every part of them. haha. We were cracking ourselves up. It was hard not to look, I mean, come on. I really wanted a picture, just for proof this actually happened, but thought that might be a bit much. At one point, they started going over the top... lol... the hot water comes from this small waterfall type thing and they were standing in it and saying "June" - a guy would strike a pose.. they were acting out calendar poses and we about died of laughter.. but it was that kind of classroom laughter where you know you're not supposed to laugh, so it makes it even worse! Finally, they all left and it was back to just us. Then a random couple came down and we knew it was time to go. Weirdos.. we thought we were weird for still being there at 3 AM, but who gets there at 3?? We were out.

We crept into Davids trying to be as quite as possible and were down for the night. We had planned to wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to do an early hike, but we actually woke up way later and didn't start hiking until 5 hours after originally planned. We drove from Taupo to Tongariro National Park. I was so excited because I have wanted to do this hike since being in NZ. E and I tried to do it, waiting on the weather to change for a good 3 days.. then Smith and I tried to do it, but again with the weather. Finally! Morg and I did the Tongariro Crossing!... and it was everything I expected, and a little more actually! It is an extremely popular hike, so most people (as we had planned) wake up really early and do it. We got on the trail at 2, and people kept passing us on their way back saying "late start" "how far are you going"... blah, blah. I know they were trying to help/warn us, but we were set out to do this thing. I don't know what all the fuss was about either. We made it in plenty of time and had great weather. Anyway.. of all the stuff I've seen/people I have talked to about this hike.. not a mention of the intensity. We had a million stairs to accomplish before even getting anywhere. Once on top, or near the top.. loose volcanic rocks.. sort of like gravel.. super slippy, everywhere.

I love NZ and how you can't sue people here. If you fall off the mountain, it's your fault. They don't warn you that there isn't a hand rail, because they don't have to. You can't sue somebody for being stupid yourself. I think it's awesome. Back to Tongariro.. we crossed a huge open area, steam was coming up in some parts because of the geothermal activity underneath. It was weird. Up some more and to "Mount Doom".. I know I'm in NZ, but no, I have never seen 'Lord of the Rings'. If you have, we were standing at the ridge of "Mount Doom". This meant nothing to either of us, but it was cool to see. It was red and black and scary. Further about 200 more meters, was Emerald Lakes. The whole reason I wanted to do this crossing. They are exactly what their name says.. Emerald Lakes. Three gorgeous lakes. Two were aquaish and one was a greeny color. Beautiful. We had to, basically, run/slide/stomp down this mountainside made of pebbles to get to them. I had to empty my shoes about 3 times. It was worth it. Emerald Lakes with mountains all around, so far about sea level. How are they up there? How are they so pretty? Still boggles my mind. I was amazed. They were cold to the touch, but incredible. There was another big blue lake, but it was dull in comparison to the Emerald ones. It took us right at 5 hours to complete the hike.

Back to the car we went.. back down the single gravel road.. and onto a campsite somewhere further South. We had no idea where we were going, but we were headed there. It was beginning to get dark and we were in search of a certain campsite. We found the road, but then were confused as to where the site was. We were both so exhausted, we almost gave up and parked it on the side of the road. We didn't though.. found the grounds and pitched the tent in the first open area we saw. Climbed in, and were out before our heads hit the pillow. We woke up to realize that we put our tent up in a random spot, by a random little stream, somewhat in the middle of everything. ha, it didn't matter though. We packed it up and were back to Karlene, looking for more to do.

We were on the move further South to Wellington. As we drove closer and closer we started seeing signs about a Tsunami. The radio in KJ still doesn't work, so we had no idea what was going on, but just kept driving. We got to windy Welly and straight into the Ferry Terminals. We wanted to make it to the South Island, but had to wait until the next day. The tsunami wasn't a big deal after all, just a warning. Thankfully, no action. We booked the ferry for 6 AM the next day. Now, what to do for a day in Wellington. First of all... shower. E and I stayed in a hostel when we were here so I kind of knew how it worked and knew we would be able to steal a shower. That we did. Success! All nice and clean, for free. We headed to Courtney Place (the main street) and went to a restaurant I've heard a lot about... Sweet Mothers Kitchen. I ordered a pulled pork poboy, and although it was good, it didn't compare to home. It was really nice to be at a restaurant though. How I miss them. At this point, Morg and I were, litterally, fed up with PB and Js.

We went to Te Papa, the National Museum, checked out the gigantic- no wait, collosal (sp?)- squid again, saw some Maori things, and were soon out of there. I can only "museum" for so long. We saw the cable car, checked out the Mac's Brewery (ended up in some viewing room I don't think we were supposed to be in 😊), passed the botanic gardens, checked out the Parliment buildings, and went on the hunt for a rugby feild we saw from the Cable Car. We drove around, and I even think out of Wellington at one point, looking for this field. We were going to sit and have a glass, well, plastic cup, of wine, as we watched the Kiwi boys play a sport we know nothing about. No luck. We could not find this field, then we realized because the spot on the map we were looking at, really isn't the field at all. Wherever it was.. we missed it. No fuss though, we drove to the "beach" - which the girl at the I site told us was golden sand brought up from the South Island - and had a little snack. The snack consisted of yummy "budget" crackers, cheese, and wine. We had already decided we were going to sleep in the car. We thought it would be pointless to pay for just a few hours since we were taking the ferry so early. So, we sat at the beach and watched the full moon rise, just chatting, and entertaining ourselves with people watching. We decided we weren't going to "go out" because it was so windy... and by "going out" I mean getting out of the car. haha. Since we were sleeping in Karlene Jean, we considered doing anything outside the car "going out". I promise it was funny at the time... or maybe just to us. 😊

We left our little "beach retreat" and headed for the sleep spot... the ferry parking lot. There were other camper vans in there too, so don't give me all this dangerous stuff, but do note that I said camper vans, and not people sleeping in cars that aren't meant for sleeping in... we made the most of it. We turned Karlene into a fortress. There were all these lights for the parking lot, since it is basically under the highway, so we had to put up our towels and even the raincover for the tent to block the light out. It was pretty funny... us all crammed in the car.. from the outside it kinda looked like a bright marshmellow exploded inside and shoved the towels to the windows. This was my third time to sleep in KJ, and by far the best. I woke up in the middle of the night needing to go to the bathroom.. I just knew it was going to be 1 or 2, not anywhere close to time to get up... however, it was already 5:25! Perfect! We simply leaned our seats up and were on the ferry.. no packing necessary. 😊 We took our sleeping bags and pillows and slept a little longer. I could feel the sway of the boat, but it soon went away. We were told it might be rough because of the "tsunami". We left Wellington in the dark and arrived in Picton in the light.

We stopped for a fresh tank of gas, and I saw something flicker out of the corner of my eye. A little white slip underneath my wiper blade. How did I get a ticket on the ferry? Then I thought, we got one for sleeping in parking lot. But no, I got a 200 dollar ticket for having an expired registration! UGH. We then realized we were those people driving around with a ticket on their car. I must have gotten it while parked for the museum. It had been on there for almost 15 hours, of which we had spent most of in the car, and neither of us noticed. Cops.. just walking around giving out tickets because they can. Don't they know I'm poor here! 😊 If I had the money to get the registration, I would, but I don't, so they just throw on another 200! ugh. I know, I know.. it's their job.. wah, wah.

Anyway.. Morg took the wheel. Sorry E, but I was a little less nervous with Morg! haha 😊 She did great, only turning on the windshield wipers a few times, and believe me.. that's good. We made our way back to good ole Dusky Lodge in Kaikoura. We stopped at the seal colony along the way, as we admired the beautiful scenery. We planned on camping, but once we got to Dusky, Fran (manager) gave us a room! for free! YAY! Showers and a bed! We were really excited, plus a place to cook! When I was here over Christmas I met all the cleaners and people who worked here, and most of them are still here! So it was really good to see everyone again. We went to the lookout and had a great view over Kaikoura. I'm sure I will have about 9354924723 pictures from here before I come home. It's just so dang pretty! 😊 Next, we went to the grocery and planned a hearty spag dinner. Comfort and filling food, just what we wanted. It hit the spot. We chatted with everyone for a while, then called it a night.

We were off the the West Coast the next day, via the Lewis Pass. We were cruising along the winding road and had to pull off all of a sudden. A truck passed with a sign that read "House Follows"... and that it did. We had to wait for a huge truck hauling a house to drive past us. Only in NZ. We stopped in a quaint little spot for a picnic lunch, but were soon attacked by sand flies so we moved on. We had just passed the turn off for Hanmer Springs and found Rolan on the side of the road. Yes, we picked up stinky Rolan. He was Israeli, and the first one I have met since E left... I tell you, she attracted them! 😊 He was a real nice guy, but hadn't bathed in a few days, I'd say. We took him only about an hour and a half or so down the road and off he went.

We were headed to Barrytown! Morg was searching for a present for her bf and Smith told us of a great place to make your own knife. What now? I know. We found it. A little house on the side of the road with a big wooden knife cutout on the side of the fence. I don't know how we found it like we did. We drove up and penciled in for the next day. The nice lady told us of a few places to camp, so things were going our way. We drove a little further North and checked out the Pancake Rocks. Yep, they're still there. Back to find a camp spot. It started drizzling a little so we parked KJ over the spot where we were going to set the tent (smart girls, yes, I know this) and set out to find some greenstone. Greenstone is a kind of rock that has some Maori story behind it that is too hard for me to explain via the internet, because I only remember half of it, and the other half didn't make sense because it's Maori legends and stuff. What I do know is that it's a hugely popular stone that is carved and sanded and polished and blah, blah and made into jewelry and such. We found loads of it, or what we thought was it. After collecting a few pieces, we both looked at each other and then at it and wondered what we were ever going to do with it. We dropped it back to its original home and haven't thought of it since. We had some leftover spag for dinner, watching and listening to the tide roll in and out, as the sun set out over the water. We were soon all ready for bed and crawled into the tent. Just as soon as we were inside.. drip, drop, drip.. down came the rain... talk about timing.

Up at 8 for knife making! I'm not talking butter knives people, I'm talking serious knives. What/When/How/Why? Yes, I wonder all the same questions, but I made it nonetheless. It was actually pretty awesome to see what it starts off as to its final product. Firing, hammering, cooling, looking, grinding, sanding, seeing, sawing, drilling, gluing, cutting, visualizing, shaping, staining, polishing, sharpening, varnishing, loving... and somewhere in the middle of that was a little eating, walking, swinging, drinking, sitting, and standing. It was an all day affair beginning at 9:30 and ending at 4:30 with a glass of "barrypagne". We had wonderful hosts - Steven and I already forgot her name. 😞 We called them "mom" and "dad" though. 😊 Super nice Kiwi people yet again. I explained my double name deal, then the whole "MK is easier" part.. but for some reason that wasn't working either so "dad" started calling me "mik" because that's what MK sounds like... ha, that's a new one for me. Barrypagne was white wine and sprite so Morg and I are going to start making our own Jackpagne and Mempagne.. get ready.

From Barrytown, we drove down to Fox Glacier, stopping to see the Franz Josef glacier along the way. We also picked up another hitchhiker, Sandra. She was Spanish, and thankful we picked her up. We were the only three at the glacier because it was starting to get dark. When E and I were there last time there was a fence up, which I thought was normal. I think I even posted some of the danger signs. I thought they were there all the time.. well, no, they aren't. So Eliza, we were surrounded by danger and just thought it was great. haha. They actually open up the "gate" and you are able to walk right up to the glacier. Who knew? However, it was getting dark, and we were still unsure as to where our heads were going to fall. The three of us got back in the car and drove to Fox Glacier. We found a campsite on the map, which looked relatively close to the township. Looked, being the key word. We drove further and further, winding and winding down a gravel road. I can't even imagine what Sandra was thinking. Here we are, two random people who picked her up, all excited, talking about and showing her our brand new knives we just made.. driving down what feels like a never ending gravel road! I would have freaked! We tried to tell her we weren't crazy, but words are only words. 😊 Eventually we reached the site at Gillespies Beach. We were so tired and it was already pretty cold outside. The last thing we wanted to do was set up the tent. We were going to get up really early in the morning to see Lake Matheson, so we easily gave in and rebuilt our previous fortress. Sandra made us promise we wouldn't leave her out there. haha, and we didn't. I wouldn't say it was as comfy as last time, but it did the job. We took a quick stroll/glance on the beach. Snowcapped mountains and beach=priceless. The beach was covered in loads of driftwood. It was beautiful.

Lake Matheson is a small little lake just beneath Mount Cook and Mount Tasman. I have no idea why or how, but it is also a mirror lake. So whatever is above the water, is also visible in the water. It was awesome. This is one place in the world where you automatically know that your picture is going to look exactly like the postcard of it. It is also really clear and we saw a freshwater eel. Neato. See pics. 😊

Onwards to Wanaka (won uh kuh) via Haast Pass. It was just as beautiful the second go round as were Lake Wanaka and Lake Hawea. You truly can't imagine how pretty this drive is. We dropped Sandra in Wanaka and had a picnic lunch at the start of the famous lake. I made Morg eat NZ canned tuna and it was delish. They have all sorts of flavors of canned tuna and it truly is good, so much better than the normal kind at home! A little top up of gas and on to the scenic route to Queenstown.

What a beautiful day it was.. here we are driving in the wonderful blazing sun, cruising to some tunes on the mini speakers, taking in the mountains and trying to imagine it all being covered in snow. Thud, thud, thud... we both knew straight away... we had a flat. I pulled over, but had to back up about 10 yards in order to get out of the way and onto the side of the road. They don't believe in shoulders on the road here. Eliza - remember that tire that always bugged me?? Yep. That's the one. Now, all negatives aside.. such as having to fix the flat, sweating bullets, and having to buy a new tire.. we were great. We could not have asked for a better time to have a flat. It was sunny, warm, midday, on flat ground, and on a well traveled road. It could have been 2348 times worse, if you think about it.

So, we jumped out, surveyed the damage (which didn't take long because it was "flat as"), and got to work. Ha, and I think as we heard the thud, thud, thud.. Morg said "you do have a spare, right?" I did. We had to rearrange our lives in the back to get the thing out though. Spare out, now where's the jack? Oh, right, I don't have a jack. Usually that would be something you look for in a car when you buy it. I don't think it crossed my mind until this very moment. I knew we had a spare, surely we would have a jack. Assuming, it gets ya every time! Oh well, we were perfectly content to wait for a jack to fall out of the sky but in the meantime.. we got out the chairs, the speakers, the spare and made a little spot on the side of the road... waiting for some random to help us. We started to count the cars as they passed, but we quickly gave that up. We made a sign that read "STOP IF YOU HAVE A JACK!" Then we wondered if they even call a jack, a jack? We weren't too worried because one man stopped and told us that he was on his way to a meeting, but would be coming back by in an hour, so if we hadn't been helped, he would save us. 😊 We just knew that Sandra was going to pass us by! We brought her all the way from before Fox Glacier and now she would be the one to pass us! Not true though. A really nice Kiwi girl passed us, and then turned around. She pulled over in her Land Rover and quickly confessed that she knew she had a jack, but had no idea how to use it. Thankfully, Morg and I were both on top of that. Our Daddys taught us well. 😊

Jack out, in position, lifting KJ up centimeter by centimeter, then it stopped. It was a hydraulic (sp?) jack, which neither of us had ever used. We were maybe 3 centimeters from where it needed to be, but the jack wasn't going any further. Perplexed, we all looked at each other, looked at it, read a line or two of instructions, then flagged down the next passing car. It was a rental car, and the man and woman (well, man really-the woman didn't even get out) was "happy" to help in the heat. He had the "normal" crank jacks, so we were in business. One spare, two jacks, three girls, and one man later=bingo! Back on the road.. slowly winding in and around the mountains. Winding downwards so much, there were signs that read "Check your brakes now!" Which, thankfully, ours worked. Thirty or forty minutes later, we made it to Queenstown.

Straight to Michaels for a shower! It didn't take long before we were in the nightlife of Queenstown. We went from place to place - a long night and a comfy, free couch to call home. The next day consisted of a few errands- one for Morg, one for a new tire, and one for food. Each of them took at least 2 attempts before actual success.. but finally, missions complete. Now, for a little exercise. We walked up the "hill" where the gondola overlooking QT takes you, to Bob's Peak. As we were walking up, I heard a familiar voice.. Sandra. We dropped her in Wanaka, now we're on the same mountainside at a random time of day in Queenstown. We chatted, told her about the tire, blah, blah. Why I have yet to run into Dreadi- I do not know! Anyway, up we went. Once you reach the top it's tourist haven. Gondolas, gifts, gadgets, galore. We browsed the overpriced shop, saw the spectacular views, then headed for the luge! There was some convention or something so we were up there with, I promise you, at least half the population of India. There is a chair lift (like a ski lift) that takes you further up to the start of the luge. We were uncontrolably laughing at these people trying to sit on the lift. We had tears running down our faces, it was so funny. Everyone is a little awkward getting on a chair lift for their first time, I guess, but this was unbelievable! We watched six or seven continuous guys almost rack themselves pulling the drop bar down. I know it doesn't sound that funny, but it was absolutely hysterical. Then once we, injury free, reach the top, we see the workers are about to go mad. In order to stop your individual luge you have to pull the handlebars towards you - they could not understand this, they all wanted to push them forward. The workers were saying "PULL" and motioning what to do, but nothing. Once it was our turn, we got in and blew past twenty or so of them. Upon every turn or curve I would yell "beep, beep, here we come" and they would turn with a look or horror and a little wonder as to how we were doing what we were doing. At one point, we were laughing so hard again that we had to stop and take some pictures with them. They had no idea what was so funny, which made it that more hilarious! We tried to get them to race with us, but it didn't work out. I wouldn't doubt it if some were still stuck up their in their luges now! It was soo much fun though.. I want to do another luge track!

Once you're off your "luge cart", you can wait for pictures of yourself to pop up on the screen, then decide if you want to purchase them. Of course we wanted to see them, but it became such an ordeal. We were surrounded by them. I had to get out of there, but Morgan stood her ground. She said "I am about to be a real bitch" and I was out. haha. They were pushing and cutting in front of each other and it was just horrendous. At one point, we look over and at the other counter there is a group of about 20. They are literally leaning forward into one another, pushing up against the counter. The men in the back of the group, with no one behind them, were physically leaning on the people in front of them. It was so weird. Finally, the guy asked Morgan what she needed help with and she said loudly something along the lines of "I'm just trying to see our pictures, but this guy (pointing) and this guy (pointing) keep cutting in front" Then all of a sudden they were like "Oh, I so sawry" "I not push, you go, you go" It was hilarious! It was like parting of the Red Sea for Morgan to get to our pictures!

We road the gondola down and made our way back to Michaels. The next day we went to the market, and hung around QT for a bit, then left for Glenorchy. Neither of us knew where we were headed or what we were doing. All we knew is that we wanted to do a hike. The drive from QT to Glenorchy was one of the prettiest I've seen. Alongside a lake, snowcapped mountains, it was beautiful. We reached Glenorchy, then decided to keep going to Paradise (which our smelly hitchhiker Rolan mentioned). Who doesn't want to go to a place called Paradise?! We get there, via this awful road that has a sign that basically says don't go down here, unless you want to ruin your car. We were thinking that Paradise was going to be a little teeny town, with a least a shop or two, maybe a post office... not so much... there were a few places to park in the grass, a little 3 walled shelter, and two drop toilets. This was Paradise? We started the hike, the Dart Track. We hiked in for about 3 hours, then had to turn around because we were afraid it was going to get dark, and I wasn't about to drive back down that road in the dark. We had to ford 4 rivers. I knew we used to ford rivers in "The Oregon Trail" but I never knew that was something that happened in real life! It was crazy scary. KJ did great though, only steaming in one of them.. lol. The hike was good, but it is really meant to be a 3 or 4 day hike, so we didn't get to see it at its fullest, but still pretty nonetheless. We had to walk over a one person at a time only bridge, which we thought was fun. It was cool to be walking in shorts and a tank, in a grassy yellow flowered field, on a tiny trail, beneath snowcapped mountains, then in and out of the forest. As we were on our way back, we read in the tour guide that the name "Paradise" is actually debated as to whether it's actually paradise or if it known for the large amount of Paradise Ducks. We think it's beautiful, but definitely named for the ducks. 😊

We drove back to QT and made it for dinner and a shower. Clean bodies, clothes, and a fresh tire for Karlene Jean.. we were off to Oamaru the next day. We stopped at several spots along the way. The Moeraki Boulders, a couple of lookout points, and then to Bushy Beach for the yellow eyed penguins. We actually saw one really close up this time, and it wasn't raining! He was so cute. He tried again for the Blue Penguins, but no luck. We saw hundreds of the same weird animals E and I saw though. I still am telling myself they are the penguins! 😊 Next, to find a place to camp. We were back to the East coast now and there were several "other" roads that led to the beach. We took a random one, and were positive it'd take us to the beach. Well, it didn't. It took us to several electric fences and a dead end. We could see the water, but it was a good ways away. We didn't want to sleep amongst the electricity so we made our way down a few more roads, but no luck. We then decided we'd just keep going and pull off if we saw something. An absolutely breathtaking sunset, and about 45 boring minutes later, we found our spot. It was a "picnic" area, but had several other camper vans and even another tent set up. So, we popped ours up with the rest and called it a night. It was a great first few hours of sleep until this one little sheep kept baaa, baa, baaing! Yeah, it may sound cute to you, but it was awful! They sound like little kids crying, then a rooster started crowing (or whatever it is they do).. cocka doodle doo! Our earplugs couldn't block it out! The sun rose, and we packed up. I still don't like that sheep... the only one I don't think is cute. 😊

From the side of the road to Christchurch. Morgan lost her plane ticket at some point along the way so that was our first order of business. We got that sorted and then toured a bit around, through Cathedral Square eating some excellent fresh fruit ice cream. We booked the same hostel Eliza and I were in and were even in the same room! Weird. We went to Pak 'n Save and made... yep... homemade pizza. It was Morgs going away dinner, so obviously that's what it had to be. Part of the reason we even booked a hostel was because we needed an oven! 😊 Good dinner, good night sleep. We were all packed up, and it was, sadly, time for the airport.

I dropped her off and she was able to make her standby flight. We had such a good time and I am so glad she was able to visit! We only paid for one nights sleep the whole time! We did a lot of stuff in 10 days and I don't think it could have been any better! Oh! I almost forgot, while we were on our way out of QT, Morg did the world's first bungy!! ha.. I was standing on the side watching, with about 25 Asain ladies and they were all screaming for her to "J-ump guurl, j-ump!" It was hilarious! Jump, she did! Her first bungy was a success! 😊

I know I probably left out a million and four details, but my brain is almost fried from typing! It took me a while to get this up here... this all happened about a month ago! I cannot believe it! So.... all of that lovely trip being told.. 😊 somebody else come visit me!!

xoxoxo

MK

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Photos

"House Follows"
yes, yes it does..

snack time
nothing like budget crackers, hummus, and two plastic cups of wine :)

campsite
on the beach when the rain fell

my knife!
if you don't like it... I'll stab you! :)

flat tire
Mom- that marker you sent for those silly pics came in handy!! :)

pony poo
as my friend Frank pointed out... "That's some cheap shit!" haha

Delwynne on her test bike
she hated the fact that it's pink... haha.

standing with India
LOL

Comments

[Mom]

You're our heroine !
As usual, can't decide if it's hilarious or horrifying !!! I'll go with both !! Sooo glad you're still having a great time but miss you terribly!

[Eliza]

better driver?!
HA! I am just now reading this blog (sorry!). I can definitely believe Morgan was a better driver! I am cracking up as usual at all the craziness. Sorry Ragland was not what was expected, but that's the way, huh?