Yesterday, we took in a marching band competition. Meego and company did a nice job, taking 2nd place in their class and 3rd overall. See Meego? He's the one in blue with the hat...
Marching band is quite different from "back in my day". Back then, it was more about sound, precision, and regiment. Nowadays, there are more theatrics involved, more storytelling. It's okay, but I think some bands go overboard. Spare me the drama and just play some nice tunes with some nice formations and choreographed flagwork. I think our band strikes a nice balance between the music and marching quality and the drama. But maybe I'm biased.
Afterwards, Magnum and I decided to take advantage of the nice weather and go play in the woods and rocks.
Last week, when I was hiking with Chaco, I realized the advantage of wearing a hydration pack instead of carrying water in bottles. My bicycling bag - prominently featured in the last post - accommodates a hydration bladder but didn't come with one, and I never felt a need to get one. Until last weekend.
So I got one and took it for a "field test" even though we were just going on a short easy hike. The company I bought it from keeps pestering me to write a review, and I'm all, "GEESH, let me use it first!" Anyway, so far so good. It doesn't leak, was very comfortable, and I have now seen the light.
We also managed to log another geocache. As we were snooping the area and consulting our GPS, a couple walked by and asked if we were lost.
"Nope, just geocaching", although it is possible to be lost and geocaching at the same time...
And not to be outdone, the cat wants me to remind everyone that he's still badass of the outdoors. I came upon this unfolding story in the back yard. A bird was telling me all about his awesome camouflage, when...
Not to worry, however. There was a happy ending. Napolion just snuck up and whispered,
"*psssst, Abby... Take my picture like this*"
It was all for show. Let the bird think he's something.