I Need a Nap (Adventures)

 It was a long week. First of all, my L knee decided to freak out after a workout I've done 3x already at the same load (over the last 3 weeks). Not sure what was different, but lots of pain, swelling, and instability. 

Living my dream. 

My first YW activity occurred this week, spray painting shields and breast plates to use in our upcoming jousting tournament. It's gonna be lit. We had a good time and nobody is good enough to go paint on the walls, so that's a plus. 

First Friday Crepes. 

It was First Friday this week  - meaning that the downtown area had lots of different artists with live music on each street and in each gallery and local artists had special setups all over in galleries and booths around the area. I told the Zubster we'd have to look into that more. 

Hunter man. 

Rog, Stu (Neked), and I went hunting on the Weatherford Trail. And I was allowed to wear normal pants, so I was very happy. Except that it was 3am. We hiked around and Roger even almost shot at a few, but he didn't have a great shot (which is kind of what you need with a bow) so he didn't loose any arrows. 

Wildlife sightings. 

At about the "time to go" point, Rog was deciding if he wanted one last trek up the side of a sheer cliff that started at the 9.5K elevation point. I told them I'd start down the trail since my knees weren't making the climb back down. I was approximately 90 seconds down the trail, and saw this little guy. Obviously, my first thought was to snap a picture. My second thought was to leave in case an angry mom appeared next. 

Hunter or hobo?

I told the boys, who refused to let me have a gun and left me to fend for myself with the small rock I was holding. The rest of the trail was uneventful back to the car with fruit snacks and native peaches to make me happy again. 

Peep the man in the hat with the tuba. 

Rog and I headed out to the Fair, where we got to see my 2nd cousin 1x removed play "Noble Vision" - a commissioned piece from the Flag Community Band to represent Flagstaff. This was the 3rd time it's EVER been played (besides practices). After much debating, we ate a plate of chicken, rice, salad, and ribs - which was TDF. We saw the exhibits and the animals. Roger loved the model trains and war museums. 

We left to go straight to Art in the Park. Where a bunch of artists put booths up and sell a HUGE variety of art at booths in a park - paintings, glass, metal, wood, jewelry, welding - anything you can MAKE is sold here. It was cool. (And another potential spot to check out, Zubs.)

One of the best pics Marshall took all night. 

Toasted as we were (despite some gelato refresh), we then took 3 hour naps on accident. Roger woke up to a call from his dad, on his way to pick him up for round 2 of hunting. And I got up a few minutes later when Becky reminded me of a friend's wedding reception. I danced a little, ate a little, and tried not to let Marshall fall down that much (unsuccessfully).  And Rog met us at the end to say hi to our friends and a game night at Carol's. 

Sunday, we were tricked into 'teaching' the youth's class on temples. (Thanks, Rog.) And we found out NONE of them had ever done family history before. Then we had a delicious meal of fajitas and fun little hangout at Karen's (who is ready to pop out a baby).