The Player and I headed up north on Saturday for a very short get-away. We hiked at Matthieson again under blue skies. We met a few cross country skiiers, one of whom was afraid of falling into the canyon. She said, "I was so scared I peed my pants a little bit back there."
You gotta love that kind of honesty. Only a confident older woman would say that as if it were a completely normal kind of thing. Of course it is a pretty normal thing to do if you are scared and over 40. She didn't say she almost peed or that she wanted to pee her pants...no she matter-o-factly stated that she indeed had peed, albeit a little.
Saturday night we stayed at a bed and breakfast in the area. The Brightwood Inn has nice rooms with jacuzzi bathtubs for two, gas fireplaces, and nice views. (Collagemama, there was also an iron and ironing board in the closet!!) We decided to dine at a local place we'd heard about called The Cajun Connection.
TCC is one of those out-in-the-middle-o-nowhere restaurants that looks like it's made of cardboard, decorated in early American tacky, and has a line to get in the door even in winter. The owner/chef is Cajun Ron and he will wander around the restaurant and say goodbye to people who are leaving by coming up to your table and saying loudly "If you aren't eating or paying your bill then Get Out of Here!" as he shakes your hand and points at the front of the waiting line and claims the people there made him say that.
The food was good. We had gumbo, jambalaya, blackened catfish and shrimp, and The Player decided to go for broke and tried the blackened alligator.
The blackened alligator can bite even after being killed, tenderized, spiced, cooked and eaten. A serious case of swamp gas ensued, mostly in the form of killer burps. About 428 of them. Whew. Fortunately I had only a tiny taste of reptile meat, so only burped about 3 times.
The Player has sworn off alligator meat for life, I reckon. Now we know, though, why the owner wanted us out of there so quickly! Haha..ha..erp.