we started off at drinking horse trail, one i had yet to hike.
it was a nice gradual trail, leading us to some spectacular views of the bozeman area.
we monkey'd around a bit, climbing rocks and we even found becky's old house of sticks! this is where she comes and stays when she needs time away from her boyfriend, just to get away....
we soaked up the views, the rays, and the fresh mountain air...
breaaattthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhe. awww..........................
okay, lunchtime!
our friend was having a bbq, so we bumbled in, with signs of the suns love nips evident on our shoulders and faces.
we were craving light sushi over grilled beef, so we opted for Dave's sushi, right next door.
circumbscribed by a variety of fun things to do, we opted to say hi to our rugby friends downunda at colonel blacks. We kiss the sun goodbye momentarily, as we tread down into white rabbit hole. we find a full on rugby court session in progress... rugby court is an excuse for the rugby team to drink, really. everyplayer is on trial for something that they did over the season, and their punishment? drinking and eating onions.... ugh. so gross.
the rookies had it the worst i do believe.
apparently the girls and i missed the invisible "no girls allowed" sign on the door... and so we each did a shot as well...
surfacing from the black abyss called colonel, we collectively decide to drive to Helena to watch our friend in a kickboxing match! road trip!
we showed up to the Lewis and Clark County Fairgrounds early, to see that there was also a carnival in full swing....
zooming right ahead, we were, inertia intact.
okay scott, lets see what ya got!
besides really male looking feet....
great fight, scott won hands down....with one hand up in this case...
with morale up and giggles free'd, our dispositions ameliorated like a vine in summertime.
the day was far from over. as the sun set, casting soft pinks and oranges over the horizon, we headed for the carnival.
naturally, we participated in pre ride cliche carny things... like pat winning his girl a really awful looking picture frame by dart balloon popping. i had to have a caramel apple, which was delicious, and shared amoung the seven of us.
our first ride was the kamikazee, in which i lost my voice box. too much fun...ridiCULOUS amounts of fun... i always think that the rides will keep going, with the mechanical aspect spontaneously shorting out.... but that never happens.
our second, we all piled into seats side by side, looking out over the carnival lights. we all held hands, rocking slowly, gaining momentum...until we are launching in continuous circles.... i heard the frog in my throat ribbit a few times.
we really were kids, we were seven twenty-something year old kids.
at this point in the night, our bellies were pleading with us to feed them... so we circle around helena in an attempt to find a nice restaurant that was still open past nine. To no avail, we ate at burger king. the best whopper i have had.
and one of the best saturdays.
