CG Annual Retreat
The CG annual retreat was this past weekend way out in the middle of nowhere, Texas. We crossed four miles of dirt road, and eight cattle guards to get there. Once there, we crossed another two miles and five barbed wire fences by foot to get to a hill we wanted to climb, and got busted by a guy in a Jeep on his deer lease. If you’ve ever been busted like this, you should rightly be nervous. Folks out in these parts don’t take too kindly to strangers stomping across their land. We weren’t poaching, and this guy was friendly enough, so we headed back without any holes in anybody.
Quote of the weekend, said with a straight face; “I once dated an insomniac, and it was a real nightmare.”
Random gripe; why must every Italian restaurant play Dean Martin?