Bane of Cheese and The Great Race to Seward
We were awoken bright and early by the sweet serenade of Cheese's angelic vocals. The rain had subsided and a gentle mist hung lazily over the mountains. Groggy, angry glares met Cheese's chipper morning greetings. If we didn't find food that morning there would certainly be one less member in our party by nightfall. Luckily for señor quesó, we were able to catch some wild French toast and and eggs in a simple snare trap near our cabin. Shortly after we had satiated ourselves, the Colorado gang came tromping out of the woods. They had been lucky enough to trap a whole herd of pancakes that had been drinking from the river. Their tales of soaking in hot springs and a good nights rest did not detract from our still simmering rage towards Cheese.
All of us began hiking south together hoping that we would reach Seward soon. Unfortunately a large unfriendly glacier was blocking our path. We had two options, a short hike up and over or the long way down through a river valley around this over sized ice cube. The group was torn and decided to split up. The nimble athletic Coloradan mountain goats wanted to brave the glacier and set off to tame it. Meanwhile Cheddar, Jennifer,
Lauren and myself moseyed down into the river valley below. Some of us secretly hoping to use Chipper Cheese as a
raft. The journey ended up being easier than we thought and the four of us reached Seward. Zackilous and the Coloradinites had not yet arrived and we began to worry that they had fell victim to an icy crevasse.
Hoping they would show up soon we made our way to the seashore in search of food. The sea was ripe and bountiful with life. We clubbed some seals, bludgeoned some otters, beat some sea lions, had a fist fight with some salmon, thumb wrestled with a heard of sea stars and punted jelly fish. After our oceanic brawl we ended up with quite a hall. Gathering up the sea creatures to make a large lunch. Then we cooked some grilled cheese sandwiches since we couldn't figure out how to cook anything that we had caught.
I looked back towards the glacier, scanning the horizon for any sign of Colorangos. Far off in the distance we spotted ad white fluffy blur charging straight at us. Could it be a great white wolf or a polar bear? Much to our surprise and delight it was Aunt Carol pulling the Coloradotorians on a sled. Zack, Paula, Frank, Dillon, Becket and 
twelve Alaskan huskies rode on the sled as Carol pulled them all, sprinting across the rocky terrain in high heels and shorts. The Coloradiños recounted their tale of how they got lost in the ice fields Carol came to rescue them from a frigid and painful death. Then we gathered the sea creatures we caught and used them to barter passage for our group on a small ship heading out of Seward that night.
Rain began to fall and the sky grew dark and angry as we sailed out to sea. We rounded Fox Island where the sea swelled and tossed our ship like a rubber duck in a spastic child's bubble bath. The sea voyage was too dangerous to make in this ship and we were forced to head back to shore. At the port we ran into CHUCK & GEORGIA (all caps for awesome people). They were chilling on their yacht so we asked them if they were also planning on sailing south to escape the ravages of the great quake. 
The laughed and said "What earthquake? We're down here for Fishin!" We laughed and then awkward silence fell as most of us were lost in confusion. Then our wearniess caught up with us, so we went to bed and decided to worry about what to do tomorrow later. Cheese slept in the car so as to not make any more slumber enemies.
Night fell like a brick and I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus, Goo goo ga joob.
We were awoken bright and early by the sweet serenade of Cheese's angelic vocals. The rain had subsided and a gentle mist hung lazily over the mountains. Groggy, angry glares met Cheese's chipper morning greetings. If we didn't find food that morning there would certainly be one less member in our party by nightfall. Luckily for señor quesó, we were able to catch some wild French toast and and eggs in a simple snare trap near our cabin. Shortly after we had satiated ourselves, the Colorado gang came tromping out of the woods. They had been lucky enough to trap a whole herd of pancakes that had been drinking from the river. Their tales of soaking in hot springs and a good nights rest did not detract from our still simmering rage towards Cheese.
All of us began hiking south together hoping that we would reach Seward soon. Unfortunately a large unfriendly glacier was blocking our path. We had two options, a short hike up and over or the long way down through a river valley around this over sized ice cube. The group was torn and decided to split up. The nimble athletic Coloradan mountain goats wanted to brave the glacier and set off to tame it. Meanwhile Cheddar, Jennifer,
Lauren and myself moseyed down into the river valley below. Some of us secretly hoping to use Chipper Cheese as a
raft. The journey ended up being easier than we thought and the four of us reached Seward. Zackilous and the Coloradinites had not yet arrived and we began to worry that they had fell victim to an icy crevasse.
I looked back towards the glacier, scanning the horizon for any sign of Colorangos. Far off in the distance we spotted ad white fluffy blur charging straight at us. Could it be a great white wolf or a polar bear? Much to our surprise and delight it was Aunt Carol pulling the Coloradotorians on a sled. Zack, Paula, Frank, Dillon, Becket and 
twelve Alaskan huskies rode on the sled as Carol pulled them all, sprinting across the rocky terrain in high heels and shorts. The Coloradiños recounted their tale of how they got lost in the ice fields Carol came to rescue them from a frigid and painful death. Then we gathered the sea creatures we caught and used them to barter passage for our group on a small ship heading out of Seward that night.
Rain began to fall and the sky grew dark and angry as we sailed out to sea. We rounded Fox Island where the sea swelled and tossed our ship like a rubber duck in a spastic child's bubble bath. The sea voyage was too dangerous to make in this ship and we were forced to head back to shore. At the port we ran into CHUCK & GEORGIA (all caps for awesome people). They were chilling on their yacht so we asked them if they were also planning on sailing south to escape the ravages of the great quake. 
The laughed and said "What earthquake? We're down here for Fishin!" We laughed and then awkward silence fell as most of us were lost in confusion. Then our wearniess caught up with us, so we went to bed and decided to worry about what to do tomorrow later. Cheese slept in the car so as to not make any more slumber enemies.
Night fell like a brick and I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus, Goo goo ga joob.
