Baja Day 4

7am wake up call to leave for 9am. Liz and I go for runs and then stretch on the roof commenting how much we now love stretching, a far cry from our soccer days when we ran for 90 mins and then stopped cold cause "Stretching is lame." We knew everything back then.

Get a quick shower to get dirty again in the rail. 2.5 hours ride to get lunch with Baja Joe, Lindsey and other retired friends. See horses - "Get off the road! Stupid roaming jerks..." 

Cowboys - which Liz naturally called out as her novios!

We get to a small river along the Oregon Trail and decide to caulk it without an indian guide. 

Thankfully, everyone in our party makes it across safely.

We also see: a skinny dog, roaming cattle, and hawk with a snake. (no pictures found so you can decide for yourself if I'm being a GD liar.) We arrive at Mike's Sky Ranch. Eat a lunch of bean tortillas, fresh salsa, and water we hope won’t give us the runs. 

Mike's Sky Ranch has a lovely/super clean swimming pool!

And classy decor in the bar. Don't worry, the underwear has not been washed. 

Over lunch Liz and I explain the finder points and evolution of "true" to "word" to "church." Example:

Me: This meal is excellent. 

Rose: Church.

Rose is excited to impress her grandkids. They then learn that "pysch" and "not" are oldschool to the point of not being cool anymore. Liz takes a rare photograph of the people she's eating with rather than just the food.

We ride back, somehow I manage to fall asleep despite the loud noise. I figure the face mask and hood help hide it, but I'm not fooling Liz. This time, she documents the scene. 

Get back, shot of tequila from the bottle Hollywood gave us. Sit out front, retell stories of past sand rail crashes and how Lindsey likes to collect dead things instead of a garden. She has a delightful little graveyard full of animal bones. She shows us a shark face she managed to boil away in a pot. Turns out there are no bones in a shark's face though it can make for a yummy soup (not true). Lindsey throws the remaining skin into the garden. Gabby, a small dachshund dog, eats it. It's aReal gross, especially when you can hear the crunching. Gabby can’t get enough of it. Cause she nasty. 

Hey guys, it's Movie Night at the Pavilion restaurant! Tinker Taylor Soldier Spy AND Immortals?! There's no way the 70+ crowd will stay awake through both. 

We shower or rather Liz does (notice the black tank top now with tones of brown). I was so covered in clothes I didn’t really need it. 

Instead I opt for the hobo shower - wipe down my legs with baby wipes. Upon throwing it in the bathroom waste bin I realize it looked like I took a huge shit. In other poop related stories, later Liz takes out the dark chocolate bar we bought from Trader Joes but it melted, she tries to cut it up, gets chocolate on her hands, goes to wash it, Lindsey drops by and Liz knows – it looks like poop. Yay! "I swear I'm not crazy and washing poop off my hands!"

We don’t watch the movie (which falsely advertised for Free Popcorn. Only way it's free is if you bring it yourself). We get dropped off by dad high school style (he'll meet us in an hour and a half outside because picking us up in front of our friends is just "so embarrassing!"). Media deprived, we go directly to the restaurant side and plug in to do emails and inform people we are still alive. Liz downloads her homework assignment due the next day. I attempt to watch Hulu but it’s not geologically available. I watch some stuff of youtube and pine for new episodes of Game of Thrones and Nurse Jackie when I return.

We get picked up around 8:30pm. Discuss and debate about how to find the big and little dipper. We call it an early night, except Liz and I stay up watching Chopped on the food network. 

It was one we’ve seen before but we couldn’t remember who won so we watch it again. And get really annoyed when "distinguished judge" Alex complains about the lack of acidity in her appetizer. We concur that "she's the worst."