Homebound from zoo. What a fun trip!
Category: Daily Life
Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.
Bedtime with the Beasts – More please more!
Extending trip 30 minutes.
After making sure all children were matched with their ride or parent, about 10 scouts took an extra 30 minutes in the Zoo to run some energy out at Kids Cove which gave me my first opportunity to really check it out. Wonderfully done! Of course, I liked the aviary the best. The kids loved the padded play ground, climbing, tunnels, and sand.
Bedtime with the Beasts – Courtship of Otis and Ursula
Bears giving good show. Otis chasing Ursula.
Apparently one male bear was inspired by the wedding.
Bedtime with the Beasts – Rise and shine
Rather calm night. I personally woke every two hours. Looks like it rained during the night but no rain now.
7am was to be our wake up call. Everyone started to stir moments beforehand. Of course, the zoo walkie talkie blaring, "this is your wake-up call" could have influence that.
Bedtime with the Beasts – Bedding Down
Sleep comes.
The time on this post doesn’t make sense. Oh! The daylight savings problem on WordPress time stamps still exists. Wow. My time stamps are 2 hours off. That means we settled in not at 10:10pm but at 12:10am.
The night hike was very interesting. We saw white tigers, snow leopards, heard birds, the whelp of a wild Tommy as his foot slipped off the sidewalk and he fell like a muppet but without injury, heard lions roar, and tigers howl. At the end of our hike, we changed clothes and laid out our sleeping bags, then were treated to some biofacts of ivory, rhino horns, snake skins, teeth, etc, most of which are illegal to possess unless you are a zoo. It did not take long for everyone to find sleep.
Bedtime with the Beasts – Snow Leopard Struts Her Stuff
Snow leopard gave us a great show
No pictures were allowed during our night hike so I cannot show the beauty of the snow leopard. As we approached, she stalked us and our instructors’/guides’ flash lights would catch a glimpse of her peeking out. One of our guides used to feed this particular snow leopard so as she began talking the animal pranced to up to the cage to be as close as possible. She holds her super fluffy tail in her mouth and twirls as if to say, "isn’t it beautiful!"
Bedtime with the Beasts – Night Hike
Wolves howling and lions roaring very cool.
Of course, with the interstate so close, you also hear the roar of traffic.
Nothing is wrong with the video. It should be black. I made it with a Canon PowerShot A95 and didn’t know how to record only sound.
Bedtime with the Beasts – Photos
Pictures are being posted to http://flickr.com/photos/mccaughan
Bedtime with the Beasts – Marriage
Wedding at the gorillas tonight. Scouts having to tiptoe by ultra quietly.
Update: It was actually at the bears and the reception was at the tent in Kids Cove. Thanks to their music, we were able to rock around the clock while learning about condors. I can think of 1000 other places I would want to get married other than the zoo. I’m quite pleased with Guns N Garters in Gatlinburg! Note that the picture (larger view) shows Baskin N Robbins which is a great place for a small, intimate reception.
Bear video and another bear video (both of these are from the following day).
Bedtime with the Beasts – Arrival
We have arrived at the zoo safely.
Some parents were already at Gate 1. Turns out some Girls Scouts have laid claim to the Audubon Society building from the 1800s so we will be at Tiger Tops (Gate 9). Tiger Tops is one of the original zoo buildings that was a small restuarant which patrons could enter and "eat at the zoo" without ever entering the zoo. Gate 9 requires an escort so we are to pile 20 scouts, 5 adults, and their related gear into the 4 cars that will be staying. Physics doesn’t allow such miracles so all parents are allowed into Gate 9 to drop off then the parents not staying are let back out with a footnote that pickup will be at the main entrance not Gate 1. No one mentions needing a 7am exodus.
After getting out of the car, Noah and Phillip walk within 6 feet of a rabbit without noticing and scare it away. Bad omen?
Bedtime with the Beasts – Traffic Report
East bound flows. I 40 west is a parking lot!
Bedtime with the Beasts – Lots o’ Traffic
Just now made the interstate. What day is this!
Bedtime with the Beasts – Travel
The boys are stuck in traffic trying to get to the interstate. East bound looks good.
In the jungle, the lion sleeps tonight
Tonight I get the pleasure of taking 25 cub scouts to the Zoo to spend the night. Two years ago Cathy took the girlscouts. Noah may be just a little excited; at 8am, he asked, "when are we leaving?" This trip sounds really fun!
Noah actually went with the girlscouts when he was 8 years old but had a 1 hour long nose bleed and was picked up early. Hopefully we won’t repeat that tonight.
Package Check
Men love their penises. This cannot be denied. We remain ever vigilant to size, girth, performance, and usage quotas. We give them names, haircuts, dress them in raincoats, and polish them frequently. But when does a man become aware of his penis? I think most men would admit around age 10 but then go on to lie horribly about the history of their penis, its statistics, the number and frequency of polishings, and the date of first use. Like a used car, you cannot trust the odometer nor the salesman!
All parents of male children know that the adult male’s memory does not serve him well. That penis works from birth. Children bring many shocking things into your life but nothing quite prepares you for the morning salut when changing that diaper within the first 6 months. Then suddenly between 9 months and a year, he discovers it! Opening the diaper invites a package check! You have to rapidly clean the area and then give in to letting him make sure all parts are intact.
Nearing 1 year old, Evan not only does his daily package check, he utters a sound that is hard not to mistake for "Mine!" I assure you, he won’t let go it it until he gets married and hands it over to his wife to keep in a jar.
