Bear With Me

It's taken me a while to get around to posting about our recent trip to Bear Lake. That's partly because I am lazy, but mostly because season 3 of Flight of the Conchords and Dexter have been released on DVD. Until I make it all the way through those DVD's a few times, the blogging will be minimal and all you'll hear from me is maniacal laughter coming from the direction of my living room. Television magic courtesy of two New Zealanders seriously lacking in self-awareness and the friendly serial killer next door.

To sum up: Bear Lake was a good time. The first few days were chilly but it warmed up later in the week and we were able to enjoy hanging out in the pool and the lake without being so cold we emerged looking like smurfs.



We had a nice, low key vacation hiking, playing frisbee, sampling raspberry shakes from almost every possible supplier, and hanging out with family. However, I did learn 2 things after this trip to Bear Lake. The first thing is that The Tyke has allergies. To what, I don't know. After a short hike, I noticed there was something different about him. Namely, his eyes had disappeared and had been replaced with two puffy pink marshmallows. A stop at the only place in the area that sells medicine, the local pharmacy/health center/library/fire station/city hall/shake stand provided us with Benadryl, a happy kid, and coincidentally, a very restful night all around. Praise be to antihistamine!



The second thing I learned about trips to Bear Lake is that it's probably a good idea to bring a boat or a watercraft of some kind. We didn't have anything to take out on the lake and still had a great time, but I felt like I was missing out on a potentially awesome aspect of the trip because...um...Lake? Water activities? Chance to relive all of the Jaws nightmares from my childhood that emerged any time I was in water and couldn't see the bottom? Who would want to miss that? To satisfy my need to get out on the water, we ended up getting royally screwed renting a waverunner one of the days and riding around for a while. Riley is now deaf in one ear after an hour of me squealing with delight as I clung to his life jacket for dear life.

Which reminds me about one final thing I learned this trip: If you are the passenger on a waverunner, don't call the driver a wuss if you don't think he's going fast enough. He might just call your bluff.