Return of the fat bastard - Who you callin a Ho!

July 23rd 2016

With Meaghan

      Sometimes they get it right. The weather man that is. Or in the case of the news I watch the weather girl. There are no curtains on the cabin. When the sun comes up so do I. So it was just after 7 when I got out of bed. I made my way from the cabin to the house where I put on a pot of Joe wait a minute no I didn't I made myself a cup of instant Jo. We were socked in pretty good but far off to the east was a growing sliver of blue. By 9:00 it was blue skies over me.

Squidly in the Sunshine

      As Hillbilly Ho Downs go, this one was pretty calm. No one was injured, No one was killed. Okay no one has ever been killed at the Ho Down but a raccoon was last year and spent a brief few minutes strung up at the workshop while a drunken Hillbilly was preparing to turn it into a Daniel Boone hat in front of the 30 or so children in attendance before Daryl put a stop to it. That event was sandwiched between a kid going into shock and being rushed to the hospital after being stung by a wasp and a donut display in the field that ended up with the drivers new pickup sitting on it`s roof, which was now sitting where the hood used to be. The year before presented multiple injuries during the Backhoe fling. This is how it works. Take one Backhoe, half a dozen drunken loggers and 20 feet of rope. Tie the rope to the bucket and fling away with a thrill seeker hanging onto the rope. Once again we learned that Timing is not a city in China! Timing is the point where you let go of the rope ....or not. That`s the point at which you crash painfully into the bank of the pond. But that was in the past. This year the drama took place away from the Ho Down.

      First though, let me tell you about what a great day we had. Besides the incredible weather, the pond had a trampoline in it and the water was just about the perfect temperature.

Last one in is a rotten egg!

Perfect for riding bikes off a ramp into the pond

or jumping off the bucket of the Backhoe 25 feet in the air.

      There was a California Kickball Slip and Slide court.

A lot of kicking, slipping and sliding going on. I was a spectator. I`m not going to take a chance on hurting myself. My main concern is my chest. It`s been 8 months since they took the pruning shears to my breast bone and I prefer to keep it intact.It did not however stop me from trampolining into the pond with my Hillbilly Go Pro.

Hillbilly go pro.

I was in and out of the pond all day.

Yo Dude, a ladder would be handy

I`m a regular water baby!
 Some of the kids were doing flips and stuff. Not I said the fat man!

 

      We had hamburgers for lunch with salads and fruit. The lovely Lisa and CT went with Bro Steve to meet Dr Dan in town and lead them back. Columbus couldn`t find the place! Since they started work on the Dam and closed down the road that led more or less directly to Hillbilly Acres you have to drive all the way to Duncan Bay to get to a pot hole filled road, that in comparison to the dirt road you take for a few km, seem like a pool table. While they were gone Squidly and I played muckers,

Ryland throwing Muckers

Bocce and ate massive quantities of watermelon. What`s that What the cluck is muckers. Is a heavy rubber ring that you try to throw onto a peg 21 feet away. The name comes from the company that makes them. It`s scored like horseshoes without the shattered fingers and bruised shins. 

      By the time the lovely Lisa and the gang were back with Dr Dan, Julia, Ryland and his girlfriend Avery, a case of Bud and a case of Corona. People started rolling in and the action was fast and furious. I have hundreds of pics and videos.
Here are some of the folks.

Everly

Can't remember her name

Me and Abigail

Michele the Cellar Troll

Can't remember and Kaydance

Daryl our host and benefactor

Julia and a gang of 5 year olds

Some of the Gals

Allie and Abby

That's just a little bit of the fun. We ate about 6:00. More food than you could imagine. Meaghan made six lasagnes. The lovely Lisa did a ham and everyone else contributed a dish or two. No one went away hungry.

The Smorg.

We splashed in the pond and played games until dark. That's when the Beer Pong got started in earnest. Squidly, fresh from his grad with his Masters Degree. Told us how he played in college. True but he never played with Hillbilly women and Canadian beer! He lost! miserably!

Beer Pong

As dark approached and the Hillbilly water park shut down for the night the campfire was, with the help of a motor oil and diesel cocktail was burning in seconds!

Who needs kindling?

When you have Diesel!

Here's a few more pictures.

Giant hammock fun

Lining up for a fake tramp stamp

Bro Steve, Avery and Squidly on the Bocce court

Dr Dan and the lovely Lisa

And of course, it finished as usual at 2 am with Bro Steve and I playing around the campfire. I left just before Bro Steve and in the loft of the cabin where Ryland and Squidly were bunked Squidly and I found a bear skin rug. I set it up teeth first in Bro Steve's bunk. I could hardly contain myself as I lay there pretending to be asleep, waiting for him to get into bed. I wish I had taken a picture. When we all stopped laughing we were asleep in seconds. Exhausted from a day of too much fun, sun, games and food!

With Squidly

Another great day at Hilbilly Acres. A great time with great people in a great setting. I can't wait till next year!

The loft in the cabin

Dr Dan, Ryland, Avery, The lovely Lisa, Squidly and Bro Steve.

Did someone say Donut?!

     We were up before we went to bed. Or at least it seemed that way. 7 am! 5 hours after we went to bed, I was up, and so was CT. She already had her stuff together and was enjoying the beautiful morning beginning right there in front of us. And as soon as I had a cup of Jo in my hands so was every one else. It's amazing how people leap out of bed when you drive a Backhoe onto the porch! Kidding! Beside the porch! Then they all went to the house for coffee and never came back until I had nearly finished packing the van. We were up and gone before almost anyone else was awake. We made sure to wake up Meaghan and give her a kiss goodbye. I love these guys. What a great fun, loving family.
     We had tried to get a reservation 2 weeks before but that didn't work. Sold out. So with Chef Boy R Lisa's 2 am call time hanging over us like a hammer we took the inland Island Highway with only one stop for a pee break we were in the line up for the ferry by 10:30. We were told a 1 possibly 2 sailing wait. Bastards! We had a plan B. The lovely Lisa would walk on and be picked up on the other side if neccesary. Thankfully it was not. We were on the 12:15. One of the last 10 cars they boarded. Woo Hoo.
      We dropped CT at her car on the North Shore and Bro Steve at the Stupor Store on Dollarton Highway were he met his ride then off to Tentatsu for some late lunch. Bro Steve joined us after picking up his car at home in Deep Cove. Ryland wants to go there every time he comes to town.
      Back at Casa Lisa everyone had a shower starting with the lovely Lisa who then went right to bed. I went down to our Stupor store to do her work shop for her and came home to hot water and a water pic. Ryland, Avery and I played a game of 3 handed crib, Ryland won. Then I took them to the airport for the flight back to Prince George. I dropped them at 10.10 for their 10:50 flight and left for home. They missed their flight! It should have been no problem but they got caught behind someone who was having issues and by the time they got to the front of the line they had missed the flight. Dr Dan called me, but only after he woke up the lovely Lisa to rat me out! Then he called me. I called Ryland and went back to the Airport to pick them up. They fly out tonight at the same time. They'll be at the airport by 8 tonight.


That's all I've got
Till next time
Peace out Y'all