Basically this "Forks" is pretty close to East Bumfuck and Mr. LKW and I spent the weekend up there to do some snowmobiling on Saturday. My first real sledding trip ever. I'm pretty sure I was wearing every article of clothing I owned since I'm new to this particular outdoor winter activity and don't have all that fancy-schmancy gear that blocks wind and shit. Luckily it was a gorgeous, sunny day!
We spent the entire day covering miles and miles (probably close to 80-90 miles) of well-groomed snowmobile trails in western Maine. Our destination was Greenville, located on Moosehead Lake. If you're from these parts, and find yourself in the crazy little town of Greenville, you must eat at The Black Frog. They have the best pot roast sandwich in the whole entire world. So good I'm going to say it's my favorite sandwich of all time.
Mr. LKW enjoyed these long, straight stretches... just to see how fast he could go. I almost shit my pants a few times.
Little did I know that I would be without phone and internet service for the better part of our adventure. I actually get a little anxiety attack when I look at my phone and it says "No Service." Gulp! The main lodge had wireless but we didn't spend a whole lot of time there. And to top it all off, there wasn't even a fucking TV in our cozy cabin! What. the. fuck?!
I'm back home now... finally... after digging out from the foot of snow that fell in The Forks last night and crawling down snow-covered Route 201. Let's just say I had lots of catching up to do. Even though I'd been gone just a short time, it already feels like I've missed too much.
While perusing the interwebs this afternoon, I came across this undergarment melting video over at Robsessed. A lot of you probably all ready saw this because unlike me, you weren't in the middle of fucking nowhere. I'm afraid all intelligent thought left me soon after viewing this video. My vagina even ordered me to watch it again. And again. What a way to end the weekend!
Hopefully this will give you all some extra happiness to start the week. Just a little RPattz makes Monday morning feel less like a prison gang rape.
Oh and GO Packers!