Early "Happy St. Joseph's Day"

The course went well in North Dakota and they held a snowstorm in honor of the return trip. In fact, the party spread to South Dakota to make the return more interesting.

No doubt Mother Nature thought she had to pay me back for the great view that I had of the badlands on Tuesday afternoon. I've never seen the Grand Canyon but the view from one of the I-94 overlooks could only be called, "Breathtaking." In true Mastandrea fashion I couldn't miss the bison poop piles. Everywhere. On the grass. On the road. Everywhere. Big piles! For the second time in two months I regret not having a camera to record it all for posterity.

I'm glad that the southern contingent enjoyed the remains of the lemoncello and orangecello. I don't canoe, either, although I don't think Ive ever been close enough to "garbage water" to make that decision. Unless you count the time in college when we had a few beers too many before playing through the water hazard at putt-putt golf. Do people name canoes? You could name that canoe "The Crusher." Or paint a couple of balls on the side with an 'x' through each in the tradition of flying aces and their conquests

Do those new mutandes include the option for protection in case you decide to take on a pitching machine?