Who doesn’t love coming home to a gigantic box sitting on their porch? Oooh! Oooh! Me!! Me!!!! Although, I will admit I like it much better when I didn’t buy said box, but I was still super excited when I pulled into the driveway and saw the Pelican box sitting there. To order your own click here.
After doing copious amounts of research on ice maintenance, weight, etc. Yes, I am that person. Hey, if I’m going to buy gear I want to make sure it is going to hold up. When it comes to your food temperature is important. Not only that, but if you are constantly buying ice which is not cheap any more there comes a price point where it is actually cheaper to get a more expensive cooler that will keep your ice frozen longer.
What finally sold me on the Pelican cooler was the following; it is certified to be a bear container. This means when I am in Glacier and a few other of the National Parks that required you to have a bear box I’m covered. (With the added bonus of keeping Perry out of my groceries.) Second, it is guaranteed for life. Finally, it is made in the USA. Sold, wrap it up! Although I will say this was a rather convincing endorsement;
I will be taking this out next weekend with my brother when we go camping, so a full report will be in order! In the mean time, Perry and I continue to research the remaining gear we have left to purchase. Counting down the days to our Grand Adventure.
When I was 8 I declared that I was moving to California because it was sunny, warm, and near the beach. Hey, when you grow up with practically an 8 month winter it is no wonder I didn’t pack up my Strawberry Shortcake sleeping bag and hitch hike before I was 10. For as much as I love the mountains; I love the water more. Rivers, lakes, streams, but above all else is the ocean.
I woke up this morning and just had a craving for the beach. I loaded Perry into the car and off we went heading for Lewes, DE. There is just something about the Eastern Shore I’ve always adored. Lots of farm land, lots of space, and the ocean what is not to love about it?
We got to the Delaware State Park in just over two hours. As we pulled through the guard shack Perry started pinging off of the walls of the car. Ah yes, the Springer whine. Nothing is as glorious as listening to your dog loose their ever loving mind because they are just SO FREAKING EXCITED.
For a dog who hasn’t been to the ocean since he was three months old he knew exactly where he was. He practically dragged me all the way up the dunes to the beach.
When we reached the top of the dunes the stopped in his tracks. WHOA! It didn’t take long for him to go right back to OH MY GOD! He chased the ball and the waves and had a grand old time. It was like he was an old beach pro. He didn’t care that the water was frigid or that the wind was howling. All he knew is that he was having a good time and so was I.
After the beach we did a quick tour of Lewes. Most of the shops were closed, but “Pups” was open. A store, for Perry’s??? Of course we went in! The store owner was super nice and we bought a new ball for the Chuckit.
After all of this excitement we headed home. Not before one stop, though, we had spied an family dairy that sells fresh ice cream on our way out so of course we had to stop on our way back. What’s better to put the cherry on top of the weekend than getting an ice cream for me and a “dog gone” sundae for him. Happy Perry, happy me, what could be better?!
If you have lived in DC long enough you have had the joy (or pain) of experiencing the Cherry Blossoms. Unless you have figured out the trick of when to go (no, I will not tell you that) you have to elbow your way through throngs of people getting groped/stepped on/growled at by tourists in every language imaginable. This year I was determined to not go through that level of pain. One of the pages I monitor quite closely is the Key Bridge Boathouse which is a partner of Boating in DC. I noticed that they were doing a Cherry Blossom paddle. Wait, no crowds? No pushing? No trampling? SIGN ME UP!!
I corralled a couple of my girl friends and said, “We are doing this, no excuses.” Lucky for me they are good sports and agreed that this was a much better idea. We got to the boathouse and loaded into our boats. Let the paddling begin!! Of course, shortly after we started paddling the pirate jokes started. To include, “I’m the Captain now.”
I was a little disappointed that we didn’t get to paddle into the tidal basin. Apparently it has been barred off to prevent run away paddle boats and to keep motorboats out. I would like to see the tidal basin opened occasionally to allow kayakers in, but I am sure that is probably a bridge too far.
We had a grand time, though. We got to see some amazing sites, paddling under several historic bridges, and getting to enjoy the cherry blossoms. That means it was all worth while.