Captain Blackie's Adventure Log

Trip, trip, tripping and stumbling back to Dgo. It seemed like as good of a time as any to go hang with those people who are forced to call themselves my relatives, so off I went in my little blue car. The drive down was beautiful. The plains have started to change colors and it was a patch work blanket of colors rich enough to make any painter jealous. It is times like these that I swear I could never be happy anywhere but Colorado. After the destination was reached the rules of the game were typical. I have spent lots of time talking with my mom and listening to her wisdom. I have spent lots of time picking up nephews and throwing them around without regard for their health or well being. I have spent lots of time curled up, hanging out with my dad. My dad, mom and I also went for a long drive today up La Plata Canyon. It was a blast seeing stuff that I haven't seen since I was a kid and being goofy with my parents. Some days I just have to shake my head and say "Yeah, this is where I get the weirdness from." Pictures will explain that below. I'm not sure exactly when I am going back to Denver. Probably sometime within the next week. Tomorrow I am hoping to work on my car (I have access to all of my dad's tools, NICE!), and maybe just spend a relaxing day enjoying being around him. Granted, the poor guy has to spend the morning at doctor's but maybe I can surprise him and get some stuff done at the house before he comes home.

Greco-roman style wrestling. Nice dodge Mom, I'll get you next time.

Dad and his good buddy Terran. That kid loves him. I think Dad must slip him candy or something when the rest of us aren't looking....

Awwww... you'd think we like eachother just a little. This is the only picture where neither one of us is sticking out our tongues to make my mom groan and say "NO! Take a nice picture. Don't do that...." We took about 10 of these before she got one.