tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14698828.post112364849259215634..comments2024-01-31T12:49:08.701-08:00Comments on STL Rising: Counting HeadsRick Bonaschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10825477678253483191noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14698828.post-1123701602725044932005-08-10T12:20:00.000-07:002005-08-10T12:20:00.000-07:00Now picturing the What I Did on My Summer Vacation...Now picturing the What I Did on My Summer Vacation essay.<BR/><BR/><I>Dad thought it would be cool to count buffalo. It's OK for a couple of minutes but gets old quick. We spent an hour inventorying buffalo. I will never again watch the Western Channel.<BR/><BR/>We saw a badger trying to mate with other badgers. It was funny to watch the other badgers trying to get away from him. Mom was more interested in a wolf. I was watching the badgers and she kept trying to get me interested in that darn wolf. It turned out to be a dog belonging to a family from Minnesota. They had stopped to fix a tire on their RV. There was a kid named Tyler. We talked about hockey. <BR/><BR/>Dad went wild when he saw a bear get on a motorcycle. I felt sorry for him when he realized it wasn't a bear, just a big, hairy guy.<BR/><BR/>We saw an elk urinating. It's not something you see everyday living in the city. I took some photos but they didn't come out very good because there was some Cheetos stuff smeared on the lens.<BR/><BR/>Every time we drove past roadkill or fast food trash, Dad claimed it was a chipmunk.</I>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com