Have I mentioned how much I love my family? I mean yes, we’re dysfunctional as shit, but we are also insanely awesome. It’s like we’re hilarious and amazing on our own and then you put us all together and it’s like what just happened? And I start wondering if maybe, just maybe, we are some of the funniest people that ever lived. It’s possible.
Anyway, now that we’ve established just how incredible we all are, let’s talk about our most recent outing. It was a quick trip to the HOA (Hendrickson Outdoor Adventure, named after my sister and her husband that own the property – the Hendricksons) but we still managed to jam it with lots of good memories…. 90’s style!
My bro, Spencer, came up with the 90’s idea. Acting as if we didn’t own cell phones and only listening to music that was 90’s or pre-90’s sounded like the perfect way to spend the weekend. Sometimes you just need to unplug. Plus, my mom was kicking it super old school hiking around with her Sony Walkman. That’s right, Walkman, as in she was listening to a tape! Pink Floyd to be specific. How cool is that?! Oh, also, the Walkman was being carried around in some sort of fanny pack. Bam!
In addition to the 90’s theme, there was also a redneck theme going on as well. That means ATV rides, shooting guns and blowing shit up. To be clear, people were shooting guns at things to blow them up. It was loud and Captain Redneck (my brother-in-law Heath) was beaming from ear to ear. Spence even got into the spirit of things with a full-on redneck accent. And he shot a gun!
Now ATV riding is not necessarily a redneck thing, but it can be, so I say it is. And you know what? The group ATV rides are so fun. Everyone was riding with someone else except my mom who drove her own because 1) she’s too nervous to let someone else drive and 2) it gives her the ability to tell us over and over again that she doesn’t want us waiting for her and that she likes to go slow. We waited anyway. After a section that was a little rocky we had all been hanging out for a few minutes trying to dry our butt sweat when she pulled up and yelled, “Fuck this! Could you have picked a worse road, Heath?” Honestly, he totally could have picked a worse road but I for one am very happy that she thought it sucked so much. If she hadn’t, we wouldn’t have had something to laugh our assess off at that particular moment.
At some point on the way back she took a wrong turn and we were ready for the comments about how we left her when she returned but nope. She drove in cackling like a witch instead. She is full of surprises!
I’m hoping for round two in September. In the meantime, here are some pics to hold you over. Unfortunately I have no pics of the man that made it all possible. I’m sure you’re disappointed, Heath.