He said, she said....

For those of you who can't get enough of the Brett Kavanaugh debacle, I'm sorry, this is about someone else, Cookie and Pete!  I know I said I would write about them occasionally because of all the funny things they do.  I have not been very consistent because much of what they do, say or happens to them is hard to explain in a tactful manner.  I already have several family members who no longer get the blog because they are offended.  Oh well, here goes nothing....

Last week Cookie or is it PJ?  Well either way, she and Pete traveled to Florida to take care of their two wonderful grandsons for a week.  I know what you are thinking.  Who would trust them with their children for a week?!!!  I mean I struggle leaving Cooper there overnight not knowing what latest bad habit he will bring home.  Not to belabor this topic, but he never begged, ever.  After an overnight at Cookies, he was constantly begging for food.  I asked her, "Did you give him people food?".  "Never!" she respond offended that I would even ask.  Ok, that is so strange that all of a sudden he would start begging.  A few days later while Cookie was at our house having a snack, I watched her pass a bite over to Cooper who was anxiously awaiting a treat.  I almost jumped out of my chair!  "Ah-hah!" I bellowed.  "You are feeding him. " "Never!" Cookie responded indignantly.  "But I just saw you!"  "Just small bites", was her justification for A). feeding him and B). not considering that feeding him....

Anyway, they watched the kids and everyone survived without lasting damage that we know of.  They were leaving on a 7:30 AM return flight to fly directly to Las Vegas.  They Ubered for their first time and arrived at the airport two hours early, plenty of time to catch their flight.  They missed it anyway!!!  After checking in at the gate, Cookie decided she wanted a Starbucks...some chocolate, whipped cream, pumpkin, sweetener, latte crap.  Doesn't anyone drink black coffee anymore?  While she was in line, Pete went to McDonalds for a power breakfast.  You can already tell these two are health nuts.  Pete picked up his order and passed Cookie who was now about eighth in line as he went to the gate.  10 minutes later the plane began the boarding process.  They were in the C group so there was plenty of time.  Pete waited....  Finally it was the C group.  Pete got in his place and eventually made his way onto the plane, no Cookie in sight.  As you all the know the boarding process can be lengthily.  Pete spent about 10 minutes in the jetway before boarding.  Still no Cookie.  Finally he was on the plane and held a seat for Cookie.  Another 15 minutes passed and they began paging Cookie on the plane to see if she was there.  After all she checked in at the gate a LONG time ago.  After several attempts, Pete informed them reluctantly that Cookie was his wife and had not gotten on board yet.  Meanwhile they were paging her in the airport.  "Ms. Cookie, please come to Gate 12 immediately, your plane is leaving".  Eventually they told Pete they could wait no more and he had the choice of remaining on the plane Cookie free, or getting off.  Surprisingly he left the plane and it immediately departed.  As he entered the now empty boarding area there was Cookie, sitting all alone sipping her latte with not a care in the world.  When she saw Pete coming out of the jetway, she immediately assumed they had given him a tour of the cockpit!!!  Seriously!  According to Cookie, Pete's head exploded and he began yelling, "Why didn't you get on the plane?!!!"  "Can't you see there is no one in the boarding area, I'm not in the boarding area!!!  Did it not occur to you that the plane had boarded?!!!!"  And so on....  He was not happy and to this day she has no plausible explanation for returning to the gate long after the boarding time and not even considering it may be empty because people had actually boarded at the designated time.

They eventually got on a flight to Houston and from there waited on standby for a flight to LV.  As it turned out, there was only one seat available.  Using his head this time, Pete took the seat.  Besides, he had to go to Costco and Sam's Club in LV.  When you ask Pete what he is getting at Costco, he says he has not idea, but needs to go.  In his defense, he did pick up copious quantities of alcohol which he eventually smuggled to us across state lines.  Cookie made it on the next flight out and Pete picked her up after half of his shopping was complete.  He took her back and finished it.

What should have been a 4 hour flight ended up as a 12 hour travel day.  Lesson learned, never let Cookie go to Starbuck within two hours of your flight, stay on the plane if she does not show up and thirdly, understand your dog is going to have all kinds of bad habits after a night at Cookies.

For the official record, we do appreciate her taking care of Cooper, smothering him with love and perhaps returning him with some new "tricks.  Next blog will be about our upcoming MOAB bike trip with Western Spirit.  If anyone is interesting in going there is still some room, just contact Western Spirit for details.

Softball Reunion - Bowling Green State University

I know, it has been some time since I blogged.  It is not like we have not been busy running back and forth between St. George and Park City.  I just want to make sure the blog is interesting since so many of you are reading it at work.  You know who you are....

We have not flown for some time so I was not looking forward to the hassles associated with flying.  We have TSA Pre-Check so security checks should be a breeze, but often are not..  We both carry Hydro-Flasks to make sure we are well hydrated at all times.  Prior to entering the security area I dumped out the remaining water and ice in my flask.  Julie only dumped out her water.  No sooner had her flask entered the x-ray machine when the sirens went off.  "Who's is this?" the security guard asked waving around the offending pink flask.  "It is only ice" I stated firmly.  "ISIS!!!" screamed the security guard as more guards came running.  "No, I said ICE, not ISIS"!, I stated emphatically.  "There you just said it, ISIS!" shouted the guard in reply.  At this point I was tackled by two large female guards and dragged to the ground.  The first guard finally opened the flask, looking inside timidly he said "It is only ice".  After some squirming and uncomfortable touching by the guards, I was allowed to get off the ground exchanging hateful stares with the two guards who had tackled me.  As I took the flask and turned to walk away, I was accosted by a woman shouting, "Abolish ICE!" and waving a pro-immigration banner.  I guess I just can't win when it comes to airport security....  Oh, by the way, none of that was true with the exception of ice being found in the flask.  Ok, I promise everything else from this point on will be truthful...  😉

Hudson, Hope, Dave, Julie, Kris after a water balloon battle.

We had an uneventful flight into Detroit airport, which is rated one of the top five airports in the country and I can see why.  Easy in and out, nicely decorated and nice security.  From there we drove to our very good friend's home, Hudson, Kris and their lovely daughter Hope.  The area is much different from what we are used to.  It is FLAT with lots of agriculture.  I had not seen Hope since she was two years old and now she is six.  She is an amazing niece and provided non-stop entertainment the entire evening.  The following day Hope had to go to school.  I tried to coach her on how to fake an illness with her parents, but she is too honest.  Oh, to be young again!  Hudson took Julie and I into downtown Detroit for lunch at The Hudson Cafe, no relation.  I was a little apprehensive about going into Detroit not packing, but soon felt more comfortable surrounded by the buildings, old and new and the general hustle and bustle of a large city.  Oh, I failed to mention on the drive in we passed several gigantic assembly plants for American cars.  I could only think of all the people who had worked there over the years, raised families and put children through college because of companies like Ford, GM and Chrysler.  At this point I would shout "Make America Great Again" only I do not want to offend our more delicate readers...you know who you are.  💕

Shortly after lunch we packed up and headed to Bowling Green, OH where we would meet up with Hudson, Kris and Hope as well as many of the ladies on the 1993 Mid-American Softball Championship Team as they were being honored at a Falcon Football game for their 25th anniversary.    

The team members began arriving and the alcohol began flowing.  I know, hard to believe.  I set a goal for myself of remaining sober and making sure my lovely wife got home safely after that evenings dinner.  Julie had a wonderful time catching up with her dear friends and I enjoyed meeting them all, well most of them.  Only kidding!  All of you!

Early the next morning, Julie sprang out of bed to take me on a walking tour of the campus.  This was quite a feet considering the "unhealthy amount" of alcohol consumed the previous night.  I was made fun of for pointing that out to the ladies.  I guess they are trained professionals and I am not.  As a matter of fact, there were a lot of alcohol related stories that Julie shared during the tour of campus.  We walked by all the dormitories she inhabited during her college years as well as classrooms, cafeterias, training rooms and sports fields.  The campus is beautiful with lovely planter boxes filled with flowers in bloom.  Not sure how much longer they will last in Ohio, but we sure enjoyed them.  Campus was fairly vacant at 8 AM with the exception of those hard core fans/drinkers arriving for the tailgate party.  Oh, we did see a single hill.  It is not far from the sports fields. I guess the team had to run from the practice field to this "hill", run up it 20 times and then run back to field after practice.  It is famous for how difficult it is as well as the amount of vomit that was spewed during the process (never happened).  I have to be honest, it looked pretty puny to me.  I do not think it compares to the climb out of the Grand Canyon...just saying.

The "Hill" with Behling, Moss (Julie), Brown, Yoda and Hudson

The Team met again for drinks (common theme) and then went to the football stadium for the on field recognition.  It was great seeing them all lined up on the field receiving their well deserved recognition, especially from the comfort of the air-conditioned VIP box, courtesy of Stan and Wolfie.
As soon as the recognition was over, the ladies hightailed it for Frickers restaurant for...you guessed it, drinks and dinner.  I was not impressed by the service or food at Frinkers but did enjoy ordering...
"Yes, I would like a Fricken cheeseburger, some Fricken fries, oh, and a Frinken beer."  One of the ladies told us a story I have to share.  I will keep her name secret as this may not have been her proudest moment.  Back in college, (most everything started this way) her hair was curly as it is today.  One day she decided to straighten her hair, get all dolled up and go out drinking.  Several drinks in she had to use the ladies room and began walking down the hall to the restroom.  On the way she spots this hot, sassy looking gal coming her way.  She suddenly realizes the girl is not moving to the side to give her room to pass.  Well, if you know these competitive athletes, she is not going to give her an inch and in fact speeds up to meet her face on if that is what she wants.  BANG! She ran into a mirror.  That sassy looking B----was her own reflection in a mirror which she failed to recognize because of straight hair, and of course an unhealthy amount of alcohol....

PreGame Warm-Up 

(Behling, Yoda, Ranz, Moss, Wolf, JenLeis, Kris, Hudson, Brown and Patty)

Current and former Softball Team Members

The ladies being honored as seen from the VIP Box.  Yes, they are out there.

BGSU Stadium, Home of the Falcons

Hope made Aunt Moss a Birthday Treat!

We sadly departed our old and new friends and stopped by the Hudson's on the way home.  We had a great time playing badminton, grilling out and a wild balloon fight.  Please note, never say that you "throw like a girl" when complaining about not hitting anyone one of them with your awful throws.  I found that out the hard way and was destroyed by these fantastic softball players who showed me exactly how a "girl throws" and does not miss...repeatedly.  Even Hope did not miss!

We are back home and back to the grind of working out at 5 AM, napping, hiking, napping, blogging, napping....  Get back to work!!!

Grand Canyon Adventure

Some of you may remember that I invited you to join me as I ran the Grand Canyon Rim to Rim with my niece Rachel and nephew Michael.  Well, I'm sorry but you have missed your chance  😢 as we ran this weekend on Father's Day.  Now keep in mind, this is not my first rodeo.  Julie, myself and our good friend Laurie ran the same ditch back 2010.  I ran it Rim to Rim to Rim and they each accompanied me on one leg of the journey.

Laurie, Dave and Julie
Grand Canyon
October 2010

Fast forward to 2018...  Julie, Paul and I drove to the South Rim of the GC on Saturday meeting up with Rachel, Michael and Doug, who is Michael's dad and Rachel's father-in-law.  It was Rachel's first time to the GC and we wanted to be there to see the expression on her face.  "What did you get me into?" was all she could say as she gazed across the great abyss focusing on the trail we would be on as it snaked its way down the canyon wall eventually disappearing into the distance.  I had the same thought in 2010 when I saw the GC for the first time the day before we ran it.

Michael, Rachel, me!
Grand Canyon
2018

We elected to start on the Bright Angel Trail.  While it makes the run a "little" longer, it is not quite as steep as the South Kaibab Trail.  It also does not have the mule supply trains on it which can leave the trail a little treacherous if you know what I mean.  The Bright Angel Trail is most familiar to visitors as the trailhead is right at the main GC lodge.  While this area and the top portion of the trail is crawling with visitors, we elected to leave Sunday morning at 4 AM so it would not be a problem.

We spent the night in a local hotel just outside the park.  I was struck by the sign on the toilet, reclaimed or not...

I really thought it was a joke, but then I realized that the Grand Canyon attracts a lot of visitors from outside the US and someone from France or California could mistake this for a drinking water source.

4 AM!!!

1AM came before I knew, particularly because I had set the alarm for 2:30.  Oh well, must be the excitement of the run.  We all got ready and headed to the trailhead.  Julie, Paul and Doug would drop us off and then drive around to the North Rim which takes about 4 hours.  They planned to do some hiking on the North Rim while they waited for us to arrive.  The youngsters optimistically thought we could do the 24 miles in 6 hours.  Okay, I thought we could too.  I know what you are thinking, Dave ran his last marathon (26.2 miles) in 3:45 and Rachel ran the Utah Valley Marathon the previous Saturday in 3:22 (Boston Qualifier!!!) so 24 miles should not take that long.  Well, this is no marathon.  First of all it is a trail with lots of rocks, obstacles and rocks.  Yes, that is rocks twice.  See, I found a rock jutting up in the dark that managed to trip me and scrapped the skin off my shin.  The second rock to trip me banged my knee so hard I had a lump the size of half a golf ball.  I was lucky, all the damage was to the same leg.  See illustration below....

Left leg damage

We wore headlamps but it is difficult to see everything that is on the trail, especially when some young'ens are setting a grueling pace.  I did have several people comment on how nasty it looked as we passed on the trail.  When asked if I had fallen, I told them I cut myself shaving.  My leg was fortunately the only injury sustained during the run.  We made good time getting to Phantom Ranch where we ate some food and filled our hydration packs.  Very quickly we were off and running.  As the day dragged on we saw more hikers towards the North Rim.  We slowed our pace as the elevation increased until we were eventually "power walking".  I assured my companions that this was normal as the steepness of the trail increased.  Honestly, when you can stretch your arm out in front of you and touch the trail, you are not going to be running.  We stopped for a photo on the final bridge on the north side when we heard it.  It was a loud whooping sound in the distance.  "What in the world is that?", Rachel asked.  Smiling I replied, "That is my beautiful wife".  Julie has a very distinct yell she perfected during her softball years.  For me at that moment, it was the sound of angel's singing.  We were getting close to the finish!  Doug and Julie came down the trail to meet us.  Paul had decided he better turn around earlier to make sure the trail was clear when we arrived. 

Final bridge!  

Well, we did it.  24 miles in 7 hours. (9.6 miles, 6,860 ft. descent) (14.3 miles, 8,241 ft. ascent.)  I checked in with the crew the day after and everyone's legs are shot.  Between the hammering on the descent and the grueling climb out, it takes everything you've got.  

The entire crew.  Michael, Doug, Julie, Dave, Rachel and Paul

Well, I honestly think I'm done with running the Grand Canyon.  I need to take it easier.  Anyway, we were thinking about kayaking the Panama Canal.....

Hope you are having a great summer, we are.

More Grand Canyon photos...

Wine Pick Up and Various Other News

First of all, do you forgive me?  You know, the repulsive pictures of Pete's nasal waxing.  I don't know what got in to me.  😇  Anyway, I thought it was time for an update on our latest adventures as well as an update on Cooper.  Cooper first, as always.

Cooper is half the man he used to be.  Some (women libs) would actually say he is now a better man. You see, he had his male parts removed.  He had no plans for them so might as well streamline his appearance.  Besides, it will calm him down.  Well, he made it through the surgery with no problems. When we picked him up he was wearing the "CONE OF SHAME".

I was disappointed it did not pick up HBO...

The vet told us not to let him do the following for 2 weeks...

• No jumping of any kind
• No running
• Only light exercise, if any
• LEAVE THE CONE ON!!!

He also said he probably would not eat for a day or two due to the anesthesia.  Lets see, he came home and wants to potty.  Well, with the cone on, he began sniffing the ground and the cone plowed up the decorative rock we have in the yard.  Off came the cone so he could potty, then immediately back on.  He entered the house and ran to his food bowl.  Again the cone had to come off so he could vacuum the bowl.  Back on with the cone.  He then proceeded to jump on and off the couch in an effort to play.  I had to check his nether regions to see if he actually had any surgery.  Anyway, everything he should not do he did with one exception, he did not lick his wound. The cone only lasted a couple of days and then it came off for good.  Cooper is doing great and is considering becoming a consultant now that he can't actually do the deed.

We did our annual wine pick up.  I did not mention it previously as I did not want the Utah Liquor Control Agency to set up check points at the entrance to the state.  On Friday we visited 3 wineries, Hall, Peju and Cliff Lede to taste.  Julie would not let us eat lunch until we had gone to all the wineries.  Needless to say, everyone but poor Dave were having a very good time.

Lt. to Rt. Dave, Julie, Kathy (in front) Jamie, and Michelle

While we were in California we attended the Hall Cabernet Cook Off.  We attended this event last year and had so much fun we did it again with some additional friends.  If you love great Cabernet and excellent food, it is worth attending.  The tickets are already on sale for next year and sell out fast.  Although I was not the designated driver, I like to maintain some level of sobriety just in case I need it.  Did I mention the wine is an all you can drink and boy did our group ever take advantage of that.  The food plates are small but you can go back as often as you like.  

Michelle, Laurie, Kathy, Amber, Julie and Jamie
Missing: Dave and Mark

Same cast of characters as above with one of the celebrity judges, Duff Goldman of the Food Network 

I'm not saying that our crew was inebriated, but... 

I believe those pants are finished

Please note that is the risk you take when drink with a blogger who has his phone ready to go.

Finally, we headed home with our load of wine.

Good thing we have a Sequoia

No problem here!

Two last things.  On the way home we cut through Nevada on Highway 375 also know as the Extraterrestrial Highway due to its close proximity to Area 51 and the numerous alien spacecraft spotted in the area. Well, we had something strange happen to us.  Keep in mind there is no phone service for a hundred miles through there.  At one point I checked my watch and the next time I looked at it 40 minutes had passed without me being aware of it.  I told Julie who was driving at the time that I think aliens had abducted us and then returned us to our vehicle without our knowledge. My proof was this unaccounted for 40 minutes, plus my sunglasses were askew, clear evidence I had been moved.  Julie thinks I may have napped.  I still think I am right.

One last thing, we bought a second home in Park City (for you folks from Michigan, that is in Utah).  It is a town house which we plan to use when the temperatures exceed 110 in STG, plus for skiing in the winter.  Here are some pictures.  The roof top patio is my favorite part of the home.  Next are the toilet seats.  Yes, I said toilet seats.  They wash and dry your behind.  How sweet is that?!!!  There are also shops , movie theater, Orange Theory Fitness and restaurants all within walking distance (100 yards).

Other than that, nothing new with us!

Our place is second from the left.

Sadly the hot tub was not included....  but this is our roof top patio!

View from roof top patio

Pete Discovers "Manscaping"

WARNING:  If you have eaten in the last 24 hours, or plan to eat in the next 24 hours, DO NOT view these pictures!!!!!

Ok, you have been adequately warned.  We decided that Pete should have his nostrils waxed.  Ok, I admit I did it too, but that is not nearly as interesting as Pete doing it, at least from my perspective, the writer of this blog....

Women don't get to appreciate how the hair in a man's nostrils and ears grows wildly, particularly as we age. Given Pete's elevated age and infrequent grooming, his nose was a jungle. We convinced an unsuspecting esthetician who has asked to remain nameless to perform the procedure on Pete.  I guess she figures that any client viewing this waxing will not want to be in the same room in which it occurred.

I wanted to open with this picture and a title "I'm sorry to tell you about Pete", but for some reason Julie did not think it was funny....

He looks so peaceful.  

Anyway, Pete is calmly waiting for the waxing to begin.  I have to admit, he is such a good sport.  When I suggested the procedure and recording it for our readership he was all in.  He is mostly willing to share these types of embarrassing moments without hesitation, although he did tell me a funny story the other day about him and Cookie that he asked me not to share.  "Why tell me if I can't share it?!!"  I swore I would not write about it.  Instead I am having a fantastic art student that we know draw it up in a cartoon which I will publish shortly for your viewing pleasure and entertainment.  I am not "writing" about it...

The warm wax is inserted gently into each nostril

The nice thing about the entire procedure was that Pete was unable to speak. I guess he could have but chose not to.  Don't worry, he made up for it while my nose was being waxed.

I included this picture because of the strange hand position.  It was as if he was begging..."please don't hurt me".

Ok, the video you have all been waiting for!  

I was hoping he would scream like a little girl (or boy) but alas, just a wince.  For those of you considering nose hair waxing, it is less painful than extracting a single nose hair which often brings tears and expletives.  I'm not sure if Pete will do it again, but he was asking about BSC.  I had no idea what that was so I googled it and turns out it stands for Back, Sack and Crack.  Do not worry, I will not be around for the videoing of that procedure.

More pictures in case you can not get enough...

Purpose of nose hairs...
Hair in the nose is one of the body's first defenses against harmful environmental pathogens such as gets, fungus and spores.  It also provides additional humidity to inhaled air.

What else are Julie and Dave doing...
Julie and Dave head to Vegas, baby, this weekend to celebrate Dave's birthday.  In addition to eating at their favorite restaurants, staying at the favorite hotel, the Encore, we will be going to see Mystere, Cirque Du Soleil, which is French for cool acrobatics to music.

The following weekend we head to Plano, Texas to enjoy the hospitality of our dear friends.  Cooper is spending both weekends at Pete and Cookies.  Pete's favorite saying as it pertains to Cooper is, "It probably won't kill him".  For some reason that does not give me much comfort as we turn over his care to Pete.  Please keep Cooper in your prayers.

All the best,
Dave and Julie

2018 New Years Update

I know, it is almost February, but I still thought I would update you on our year so far.  First, I would like to promise you that I will not be one of "those bloggers" that write on and on about their kids, or in our case dog. It is not that we don't love reading "those" blogs, but we understand people are most interested in what we have been up to.  Well, it is Cooper, Cooper and more Cooper.  He is sucking the life out of me.  Julie is dealing with it just fine.  I on the other hand find myself being the concierge for a puppy 24/7.  Yes Mr. Cooper, No Mr. Cooper, what ever you want Mr. Cooper.

A random picture with Cooper. 

His demands/requirements are endless.  Let me out, let me in, feed me, water me, get my toy from under the couch, stop me from chewing your prized possessions.  Oh, clean up my dookies, several times a day.  Rake the area I dug up, ok, rake it again, and again, and again.  O the brighter side, Cooper has learned to ring a bell when he needs/desires to go out.  No, it is not a bell like they have at hotel desks.  When we picked him up from the breeder, they had a string of bells on their door.  She told us the dogs ring the bell when they need to go out.  Sure...  That at least is what I thought.  Julie assumed that our dog being brighter than any dog on the planet, he would pick it up quickly.  Well, he did!  Every time we would take him out we would shake the bell.  Then, one day we are sitting in the TV room and we hear the bells ringing.  There at the door is Cooper, waiting to go out.  He has been doing it ever since and he is just 4 months old!!!   I know you don't believe this, so here is a video!

Cooper riding the bell to go out.  What next, room service?  yes...

What has amazed me is how much Cooper and Pete have on common!  I know this will eventually change as Cooper is just a puppy.  Here are some of the things they have in common....

• Eats off of the floor, any floor.
• Tinkles all the time.  On a positive note, Cooper is improving!
• Has to touch everything!  Saying "Leave it", works with Cooper sometimes.
• Distracted by everything, i.e., airplanes, blowing leaves, butterflies, strange noises

Cooper is already turning into an awesome trail dog which is good because he will be expected to keep up with us when we hike and mountain bike.  He has hiked up to 6 miles with a lot of elevation change.  He is like a dust mop picking up all kinds of dirt and debris on the trail.  Nothing a good brushing can't get out.  

He also enjoys a shower.  On several occasions I have looked down only to find him standing between my legs soaking wet.  I guess that is better than having him fear the shower.  

We have been busy at a new fitness club in town.  It is called OrangeTheory.  I'm not much into regimented workouts but have agreed to go with Julie.  Pete also goes.  We of course can't go at a normal time, we go to the 5 AM class!!!!!  Yes, we are retired and get up at 3:30 AM to work out at 5 AM.  The classes combine aerobic, strength and endurance.  Pete has a little trouble with some of the floor exercise moves as he has never done them before, and quite frankly lacks any coordination.  I love working out next to him so I can watch his facial expressions and wacky movements in the mirror.  Picture a sailfish thrashing out of the water after it is hooked.  That is one of Pete's hallmark moves.  I will try and get a video for you...I'm sure he won't mind.  Anyway, we are all getting in shape for our hiking and biking season.  We also have a Grand Canyon Rim to Rim run scheduled for June with our nephews and their significant others.  Having already run R2R, Julie has graciously agreed to drive around to pick us up.  It should be a lot of fun.  We also have another mountain bike trip with Western Spirit in October.  I have attached the link for the ride in case any of you want to join us.  We already have friends coming, but the more the merrier.  Oh, you can also come along on the Rim to Rim if you dare!  

https://westernspirit.com/WSC_MG.php

We hope all of you have an excellent and active year!  I know we will!

Dave and Julie