Too happy for words (part 2).

The tale of the perfect weekend continues (in photos). But don't worry Millardman--there's a post LOADED with F-bombs brewing in my skull at the moment.

Okay. Here we go:

This part of the state is just gorgeous. It invites a lot of driving around, seeing the sites. One of the best parts about traversing the long, winding, hilly roads is that every few miles, you come across a low water crossing that just begs you to get out and stick your feet in. Or swim. This particular one said, "Come wade around for a bit." So we did.

Here I am, ankle deep in the crystal clear, cool water, with the minnows dancing around my toes. There were about a billion of them, and after a few minutes, they started really tickling me and sort of freaking me out. So I had to take my silt-covered tootsies and get the helloutta dodge. But it was nice while it lasted.

Another thing this particular area and time of year invites is grilling. Here is pretty much the perfect meal: A grilled turkey burger with pepper jack cheese, avocado and all the fixins, tater tots, a copy of the most-recent "Weekly World News" a bloody mary, and a view to die for. I must say, it was one of the best burgers I've ever had. Period.

And then, what if, not too long after you chowed down on those turkey burgers and treated yourself to a damn ice cream sammich while sitting by the pool, what if an amazing storm rolled through? How great would that be? Well, it WAS great. The wind kicked up, the temperature dropped significantly, and low, rumbling thunder ushered in a long, steady rainfall. And you just got to sit there on the sleeping porch and watch it give the ground a much-needed drink. And then the next day, we went and checked out a local swimming hole to see what affect the rain had had on it. Other people had the same idea, and they were swimming with their kids, enjoying picnic lunches along the banks, and kayaking.

Finally, that evening, we went and visted an old friend who lives out in Driftwood. His property backs up to a pasture with horses. We walked up to the fence, and I called to the horses. Without hesitation, an old male horse wandered up. He had wise eyes and enjoyed being petted. Soon after, the other horses joined him at the fence. It was great.

Meanwhile, in the background, an amazing, vibrant sunset was going on. (I'd love to post a photo of it and of the cool old horse, but Blogger is, once again, being a whiny bitch when it comes to posting pictures.)

Like I said, the weekend was "Perfect."