Bananas or Bust!: Slednecks, New Years, and Dudley the Goat

Well Folks, I suppose it's been awhile since our last visit with our intrepid travelers, but things have been busy with them. They've been bagging peaks, taking names of call center nimrods, and testing new wind-propulsion transit systems. Let's just say that, although it's been a while, the world is now a safer place.

First off, our couple traveled south to their friend Hillary's house for a bit of biscotti and cold, cold fun. Tasha experimented with cross country skis for the first time, but unfortunately the cosmos were not exactly accommodating with the weather. Hillary lives on a small pond outside of Concord, New Hampshire, and the wind whipping across the ice on their first venture outside dropped the wind chill well below Zero degrees, and cut their outing a bit short.

On the upside, the excessive wind was a perfect opportunity for Kevin to test a new technology in personal transportation.

By skiing to one end of the lake and holding onto a small tarp that had been braced by two old cross-country skis to hold it open, Kevin attempted to break the world ice speed record for cross country skis (which have almost no steering capabitly on ice), as seen above.

His speed was so great that the above photo was not able to focus on his blindingly fast figure as he crashed and burned upon catching an edge in an errant patch of snow. (his horizontal orange and black form can be seen sliding across the ice above).

He should have known better than to try breaking any record on a full moon at dusk.

Especially with Dudley the goat around!!! (above, an enraged Kevin is seen demanding that Dudley surrender his milk money, or face the consequences).

Next on the list was a trip to the big city. After the GPS on Tasha's Crackberry led the couple in a few loop-dee-loops on the way there, they were able to meet up with Kevin's longtime bosom-buddies, Jon and Val (above). They stuck to the train from then on.

Above, Tasha is seen having a panick attack at the amount of snow, people, cars, and buildings present all in one place.

After Tasha's panic episode, Kevin had to carry her around on his back as they explored the city, and ease her nerves by bringing her to see this giant Christmas tree.

(dramatic musical itro...) Tasha oficialy touched the atlantic ocean!!!!!

Upon exiting the subway station, our gang of angries were met by a throng of people, banners with a crimson bovine plastered up everywhere, and the largest speakers any of them had ever seen. After a painfully long intro (during which one 59-year old boston man was heard shouting "Turn off the G*d D*#%n music and jump the Fu&#@ng snowmobiles!!!"... gotta love boston...), a cadre of 3 professional freestyle snomobile jumpers raced out of a tent, pulling wheelies on the brick courtyard of government square. Eventually, the three young men acquiesced to the old man's demands, clearing the 70 foot gap jump with 35 feet of air, and pulling some sweet tricks on the way. shnikes! (sh-n-eye-keys)

The gang rand into these frogs playing a lovely ballad in the boston commons that evening.

THey then were treated to a raucaus fireworks show.

And a new year's day trip to the "Bigg man salon", where getting your hair cut is like getting your milk money stolen by that middle school bully who hit puberty before everyone else.