We are now experts in the art of the push start, much like these parade-going pageant queens (although we don't make Mima wear a star spangled inner tube while pushing The Gronck out of the gas station):
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Adventure 6 - Home Tail
The Gronckle spent the 4th of July weekend lazing about in the tiny town of Home, Wa.
We are now experts in the art of the push start, much like these parade-going pageant queens (although we don't make Mima wear a star spangled inner tube while pushing The Gronck out of the gas station):
We are now experts in the art of the push start, much like these parade-going pageant queens (although we don't make Mima wear a star spangled inner tube while pushing The Gronck out of the gas station):
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Adventure 5 - A Broken Tail, Part Two
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| View from the top bunk |
After returning Mima to her armchair to properly recover from surgery, we gave the Gronk a little push start and headed up into the Olympic National Forest.
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| Broken down on the banks of the Dungeness river. |
We parked between a rushing river and a little hill (to be used for starting the old girl back up again), and explored the Olympics with Cousin Dana.
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| Riding on Dana |
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| Riding on Daddy |
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| Water filtration 101 |
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| Adventure Dog |
Adventure 4 - A Broken Tail, Part One
This week, the spirit of adventure crossed the line into hubris.
A certain Grandma decided that a day off of work for minor surgery should not be wasted sitting at home in an armchair.
Since The Gronckle was newly released from a checkup at the VW guru, who gave the all clear for a summer of close-to-home adventures (with "minimal hills, and a really good towing policy"), we picked up Mima from outpatient surgery and hit the road.
In our haste, we forgot the cardinal rule of fahrvergnügen; don't leave home without lots of spare parts. 15 miles down the road, an assortment of lights came on, and the temperature gauge shot up. Daddy hopped in his car, delivered a replacement belt, (then re-delivered the correct smaller sized belt), and then we were on the road again.
The combination of hot sun and painkillers proved to be a bit much for Mima's tummy, and she lost her lunch out the window. Unfortunately, it was a very hot day, so all of the windows were open and the boys gleefully squealed from the backseat:
"It's RAINING!!"
We arrived very late at a very buggy campground, and sleepy Ewan announced:
"This a looooong day, mommy".
Agreed.
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| Waiting for parts |
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Hot dog on the side of the road |
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