After another cathartic Friday night involving Pootie Tang, late night volleyball at Tucker's, duct tape, and 5am calls from SF, Karen and I still managed to get up at a reasonable hour to drive up north to visit Amelia on her farm and celebrate her sister's twenty-first birthday.

It was a straight shot across the Causeway (only the longest bridge in the world) and following the highway for 60 miles, but well worth the drive.  Amelia's mom served up my first real taste of jambalaya, plus red beans and rice.  Apparently the trick to making everything good is to add a little bit of Tony's seasoning to it.

Kittens!  Three litters, ten kittens, and one pregnant calico.  We wanted to take one home (the yellow bobtail at the top of the photo) but I have no idea what to do with a cat and Dustyn is allergic.

We might have to go back to get our pet fix - there were at least four dogs running around at any given time, including one giant farm mutt that weighed more than me, two toy poodles, a miniature schnauzer.

While we were waiting for others to show up for food, Amelia took us out in her new 3/4-ton pickup for a tour of the farm and around their timber lot.  ("Lot" is really a misnomer; this place is so big you have to drive to get anywhere.)  There's a quite a bit of wreckage and fallen trees leftover from the hurricane.  It's interesting, as Amelia points out, that man-made infrastructure is blamed for damage in the city while further north, everyone just takes it in stride since there's no one to blame for the wind damage.

We jumped on a few giant hay bales before heading back to the house to go eat.  Afterwards, we hopped into Dwight (Amelia's old F-250 we used to ride around in up in Boston) and drove to up to see the cows.  Evidently the cows thought it was feeding time because they went a little nuts chasing the truck (with Karen and I, plus Toby the giant dog and Mick the schnauzer, in the truck bed).

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