Roger's Dream Hunt (part 3, the finale)

The good news. Roger got his elk. It's not as big as Neil, but it was a good story. Ask him sometime, he would LOVE to tell you all about it. The bad news. The Tacoma didn't make it through. Although Rog is currently trying to convince me (and himself) it can be saved (again). We'll see. 

This is Noble.

As such, he was at the mercy of a lot of people with zero urgency to leave camp, but eventually made it out. I helped him cut meat on Saturday for a bit. I left for a baby shower for Sam Fisher (so I could hang with Jolene, the MIL). And then came back and did most of the packaging which required all my available patience. 

This is one roast from Noble.

My friend (and coach) Felicia helped me out this week by teaching the YW some boxing. I think some of them initially weren't excited to be there, but they had a great time and I was impressed - and so was Felicia. After keeping those mitts in my car, I also taught Marshall and Paislee to box and they had to teach Roger the rules because he keeps breaking them. 

The punk learning how selfies work.

We went back to Carol's Sunday for goulash and pumpkin bread and rootbeer floats provided by us as inspired by my "I'm here for the Boos" shirt that I convinced Marshall was a picture of a ghost holding rootbeer floats. He is convinced and converted. 

Roger's Dream Hunt (part 2)

This week I spent a lot of time editing and uploading my new YT series on brains for all the aspiring PTs out there. I've been getting really positive feedback from viewers, so that's encouraging. But it still takes a lot of effort to get this stuff on there. 

I had been praying for Roger to get this elk named Neil on Thursday. I figured that would be enough time for him to enjoy his hunt and really feel like he got his money's worth. (for real though.) And Curtis had a dream that he shot an elk on the 15th, which would have aligned perfectly with my plans. But, Roger let himself get convinced by Ryan to go to a completely different spot that night, and he is still elkless. Am I mad about it? Yes. 

It's been a crazy work week as well just in cancellations. That's probably the worst part about this job - I have to schedule everything myself and all my patients (who are supposed to be available 8-4) will only let me come certain days and house and everyone wants to be seen in the afternoon. Ugh. I want to be done in the afternoon. 

The way to camp. Sadly treeless. 

I went to camp on Friday night, but I was mad. I drove almost all the way to camp before being told the camp was moved to the other side of the mountain. So I drove all the way back home, finished my work there, and then drove to the new camp. We had hot apple cider and s'mores and I ate an entire pizza by myself, so that was good I guess. 

I woke up late and wrote some ideas in my idea book before I forgot. Rog and Stu and Ryan got back to camp around 10 and we shared a late breakfast. Then I went to the gym. I'm trying to fix my squats, but my ankles don't bend and my knees hate it, so it might take a while before I get up to real weight again, which is frustrating. But it'll be better in the long run. 

As far as I know, Rog is still elkless, so pray for him and maybe he won't be dumb this time. 

Roger's Dream Hunt

It's Roger's dream hunt. This is his one chance to go on a full hunt for two weeks like all of his friends (who are retired). He's been on the mountain since Wednesday (two days before the hunt) in order to claim his spot. And he's been chasing around a big bull with his bow and arrow every morning and evening waiting for the perfect shot. I'm praying he gets this dude later in the week, so he gets the one he wants and takes a lot of time on it. Because he never gets to complain again after this. 

So pray Roger shoots (and kills and finds the body of) the bull I have nicknamed "Neil" this week. 

Earlier this week, we went to Bull Basin to fix some things on my bow. Now I have to sight it in again. We had just started working on that, when Becky called asking us to help babysit since her babysitter was in the ER with a crazy tooth infection. 

Me, alone at camp. Waiting for Rog to get back. 

That's like the only real thing that happened this week beside working on a few sewing projects and reading a lot of books. I went camping with Roger on Friday night and we had bread from this new bakery I found (divine) with homemade mozarella cheese for a little campfire bruschetta. And I went to visit him again on Sunday after church for lunch - steaks and zucchs. That was nice. 

And I deep cleaned the house because now it will stay clean for the next two weeks and that will be nice. 

The Last Letner Reunion

The workouts are happening and work is still a thing. For one of us. Roger quit on Wednesday and weirdly enough, I have seen even LESS of him. For some reason, he thinks (at age 26) he is entitled to a full hunt - mornings and nights for 14 days. This is his one chance (because I don't want to hear any complaints ever again)- he graduated, quit UPS, and has a few weeks to hunt before we get serious about him getting a job. #sugarmama

I was pretty low on energy this week, but I did work on some Christmas gifts - starting early since we decided to do homemade this year. And I read a few new books. They were pretty decent and I'm excited to get the full series on both. 

Camping.

After work Friday, Rog and I headed up to the Last Letner Reunion. This is Roger's mom's mom's siblings 50th reunion and it happens every Labor Day. Which is fine except all of Roger's mom's mom's siblings are dead. So it ends up being a lot of drama and camping with a new group of fifth cousins every year (with a few regulars). 

Honestly, I don't mind being there for the most part. I hang out with the friends I already have and Ed, I guess. He's a kid that decided to be friends with me by whittling me a shiv so I could be in his club. He is, incidentally, bald. And Matt, who we don't see often, but who likes to play Racko with us. Rog and I escaped to the woods with Brandt to figure some stuff out with my bow and take the kids on a hike. 

Nobody is looking or smiling. The best we could do.

For the most part, I was out of the drama, but since I have a nice camera and an idea of how to take pictures, I was included as the "backup" photographer for the group photos. Which turned from one group photo to also individual family photos as well. It was hot, the lighting was bad, the setup was bad, everyone was angry. And nobody listens and the actual photography didn't want to take charge and also her camera didn't actually record any of the photos. By the end of that, I was ready to leave.

I ate dinner and then second dinner and felt better. As I was leaving, I thanked everyone for inviting me to the LAST Letner reunion. Some laughed, but most agreed to some extent. Really, every 5-10 years would be PLENTY. But who am I to say that. (Just someone that wants their 3-day weekends). 

We came home Saturday night so we could go to church x2. We went to ours - I'm waiting on some key callings to take place. And then we went to the Knight's so Rog could help Collin bless their new baby. We joined them at their camp afterwards and spent the afternoon just chilling. More on that next week.