Aunt Marta was with us for our dunebuggy/quad day back in September of 2004. As mentioned in one of the earlier posts, she and I (Ben) took turns on the quad, while Layne, Rett, and Danaya took turns with the dunebuggy.
Day 3 of our “dune-buggy adventure from 2004” coverage, and next up is Layne.
I have a vague recollection that Layne would have preferred to be driving the quad, but that the rental company would not allow people under 16 years of age to drive quads. So, he was relegated to the dune buggy for the day. No misadventures on Layne’s part if I recall correctly, although I didn’t get many pictures of him in the dune buggy.
Following along with the flashback to the 2004 Dunebuggy day, we present this picture of Rett, who would have been 11 years old at the time.
Those of you who:
read the prior post with Danaya driving a dunebuggy
may have looked at the above picture and recalled that:
we only rented one dune buggy
that the dune buggy Danaya was driving was red in color, while the one Rett was driving is not red, but is in fact a distinct shade of green.
Are you wondering why that is the case? Well, let me give my recollection of the story, and maybe others (Rett, Marta?) could fill in the rest.
Late in the first half of the day rental, Rett was driving the dune buggy and Marta was leading with the ATV. At one point going along a narrow trail through some taller grass, Marta realized that Rett was no longer behind her. Upon turning around and going back, she eventually found him. He had somehow managed to back the dune buggy over a small cliff (by small, I think we’re talking about 4 feet), landed it on the back of the roll cage, snapped off the flag, and either temporarily knocked him out, or gave him a minor concussion.
We nursed the dune buggy (this being the green one) back to the rental place, and they gave us a different one (this being the red one) for the rest of the day. Apparently people crack these things up quite often and it wasn’t too unusual. (That and I think that this was mid-September and they didn’t have too many other customers that day). Rett survived the day without further mishap.
Today, Brock and I were looking through the Usborne Great Wildlife Search book. We were on the “India” page. On it was a picture of a mother bird feeding a baby bird, her long beak poking some food down into the gaping throat of her hungry baby.
My work focus this week is supporting our (that being the company I work for) corporate booth at a major convention here in Calgary. The booth next to us has two owls as part of their booth, which are doing a wonderful job of drawing people to the booth. The owl in the forefront is a baby great horned owl. It is free to walk around the table it is on. When it has to ‘go’, it backs up to the edge of the table – which is the cue for one of the gals working in the booth to hold some paper towel behind it and catch the mess before it hits the white carpet (which happened over). Our booth is a little mundane, having no wildlife altogether. The second owl in the booth is a full grown (but very small) burrowing owl, which you can sort of see on the upper left of the picture. It has a rope around one of its feet, so it cannot escape.
Just for fun, I want to start posting some pictures, going years back in our family archive.
First up is this picture from 2004. The setting is Reedsport, a ways north of Coos Bay, Oregon, where there is a large area of sand dunes. We spent an exorbitant amount of money and rented a dune buggy and an ATV for an entire day. Layne, Rett and Danaya took turns with the dune buggy, while Aunt Marta and myself split time on the ATV. One of the real high-lights was that one of the trails led to the ocean beach, and you could drive up and down it, although were not allowed to go into the surf (something about the salt water).
So, here is a picture of Danaya, driving the dune buggy on the beach. At the time of the picture, she would have been 8 years old.
This story as told by Danaya, having occurred today.
At one point Brock had been in the backyard, but was now at the back door ringing the doorbell repeatedly (this being somewhat of a common occurrence with Brock lately).
Danaya opened the door and asked Brock, “Why don’t you use the sliding door on the deck?”
Brock looked at her as if she just didn’t get it and responded, “Because it doesn’t have a doorbell.”