Action packed weekend. Friday night was the Bees home opener, and you know how I love the Bees (don't you? is anyone even paying attention here?)
Beautiful night for a ballgame, except for the part where it was 30 degrees.
It was a fun game. The crowd was into it, and there was a lot of scoring. (both on the field and off, if you know what I mean!)
I should mention that I could have been killed by a foul ball. None ever came our way, but still.
Afterward me n' Lee had a very pleasant dinner at the Training Table. Bleu Bacon Burger and Cheese Fries. Not to be dramatic, but I could have died of a heart attack.
Huh?That's funny because I've always called music "a bleu bacon burger to your ears."
Saturday I did a lot of moving. My stuff, Chris's stuff, a little of Emily's stuff, more of my stuff. If I had to describe the day in one word it would be "sweaty." Maybe I could have been crushed to death by furniture.
Daniel and Scott had been calling for adventure all day, so finally a group of us saddled up and headed down I-80 west, Tooele bound.
Here Scott (professional geologist) explains something about landslides.
The route takes us past the Big Salt Lake in all its majestic glory.
Tooele County is where my pappy done come from, so I'm a little bit familiar with it. It has everything you could ever need. A haunted valley, a mysterious military base, nuclear waste, toxic nerve gas, chemical weapons bunkers, underground fires, the new Area 51, and a very spicy pickle.
More importantly, there's a lot of open country for the discharging of firearms.
Conversation in a gas station in Stockton, UT (pop. 443):
"Is there a good place around here to go shooting?"
The fella was a little perplexed by the question because really the whole county is one big shootin'. gallery.
We drove into the desert along the Old Mormon Trail, the same trail the pioneers used when they wanted to go shootin'.
By the time we found a good spot the sun was heading downward.Luckily we found an area that had a pre-made foxhole full of shootables. Like a half-empty propane tank.
Scott got a new handgun recently. A .40. Same kind of gun a lot of cops use. It's really fun to shoot, but at the very instant this photo was taken I went deaf in my left ear.
Ear protection should always be used, kids. I'm a little better now. For a while everything sounded like it was coming from a broken radio and the ringing was non-stop. It's weird though, when I touch my ear it feels like it's numb. I'll give it a few more days before panicking.
Camera phone in one hand, gun in the other. Weird.
Lee had some fun taking shots.
We finally decided to shoot at the propane tank from about fifty yards away with Scott's Soviet SKS. We hid behind the car (fearing explosion) while Scott plunked away at it.
It didn't explode so we all took turns. I'm such a good shot I didn't even need to look.We stopped shooting because we ran out of bullets.
Tooele has a dance-club/sport-bar called Tracks. Don't be fooled by it's location! It's very hard to get to. There was a time it seemed that we would never make it, and that not even Barabus could save us. Finally it was within reach.
We settled in to watch the last quarter of the Jazz game. I was watching the middle tv.
Sunday, more moving. Also had the family over for grilling and the goose didn't even bother me too much.
I guess I haven't really talked about moving much on the blog. Anyway, I'm moving. Here I am building my bed.
Baseball? Guns? Tools? I feel so manly right now. Totally cancels out the messenger bag and my general spaziness and the fact that I'm unclear on how to jumpstart a car.