Little Bear's Adventure's
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Horseshoe Bay Beach  Beth took me to the prettiest beach in all of Bermuda. She said the sand was pink and she put me on a slimy green rock. Why?  That's because I don't like getting wet. But the moss was wet and the sand didn't look all that pink.  And the water was suddenly surrounding my rock. Higher  So she put me on a higher rock. It was dry, but it was also very sandy. View  But all I could see was the lagoon. Where's the Ocean?  She climbed higher onto some rocks that had been blocking my view of the Atlantic. Then she put me down on a dry rock with no sand. Whew!  She let me see that turquoise water and it was amazing. Then I wanted to sit down and ponder all the beaches I've posed on. I think this was the best!
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Am I on a Ship?  Just a Chain I was hoping for something a little more exciting on my trip to Bermuda.
There are a lot of ships and boats, after all. But this was as close as I got to a boating adventure. I climbed the gigantic chain, attached to a gigantic anchor.
It was okay, I guess. Hiding in the Grass!  In this photo, I'm sitting in some grass, in Bermuda. So you'd think this would be Bermuda grass, right?  But I've seen Bermuda grass in the States. It was never anything like this. These wonderfully cool, green blades were growing up in lumpy blobs all around me! Being so light, I wasn't able to sink down deep, but Beth said it felt all spongy under her feet. I like this grass!
Dinner!  I thought Beth said we were having a St. Patty's Day feast! But I didn't see any hamburger patty or even a Peppermint Patty on the plate.  Beth had to explain that it was St. Paddy's Day. "Patty is a girl's name. Paddy is sort of a nickname for Padraig, which is the Irish Gaelic version of Patrick."
Whatever. The corned beef and cabbage was very good. I'm Too Small  I've never been able to participate in this bit of party fun. Let's face it, the game is just too large for me to handle. Just My Size!  But this past weekend, Beth purchased a tin of mints! She liked the lid design and was even more excited to discover the mints inside. They were shaped like Ouija pointers! Slumber Party!  Since I was tagging along for a girl weekend at The Cabin, I knew there was a good chance of getting in on some games. Imagine my delight when I realized Heidi's and Nathalie's hands were too large to move the pointer! They would need my help for sure! No Fair!  Wouldn't you know that it was Nathalie's birthday and she was given a very fine pair of hands that fit nicely on fingers. I felt like those plastic hands were gently nudging me right out of the fun. That's Okay  Who cares. I just watched and laughed at them. They weren't very good at it.
In Austin
Once again I found myself enjoying some colorful art in the coolest of Texas cities. It was a lovely March day, but instead of breathing in the scent of springtime flowers, I smelled paint fumes. Wet or Dry?  Luckily the dripping paint was dry on this sign. I poked my head right through the letter "O". The words spelled out, "CAN LOVE... Graffiti Recycling Program" I guess "CAN LOVE" is the love of cans. And there were a lot of (discarded) cans to love around this place! I guess it was too hard to find the trash cans, since they were covered with graffiti, too. Where Am I?  I don't expect you to be able to see me in the letter O. You can't even read the words because there's so much paint over paint on this sign. Noisy Art  From my perch, I stared at the wall-covered hill behind me and absorbed all the designs left by people and their spray cans. I liked what I saw, but I could only look for so long. I think those shapes and colors were shouting at me! Art can look very loud sometimes.
Lobster Rope  It's rodeo time in Houston right now, so you expect to see a lot of ropes. But the kind of rope I saw in Austin, was once used with lobsters, not horses or cattle. The recycled rope is painted and an artist named Orly Genger has made it into ART called "Hurlyburly". Mountains?  The dark and light blue ropes have been woven and spread over the grass near Waller Creek Boathouse. The way everyone was climbing the lumpy creation, I figured they were supposed to be little mountains. Or Waves
But I was starting to feel woozy as I clung to the rope. It felt like an ocean out there and I was getting seasick.
I was glad when Beth put me back in the bag. I had a feeling one of those leaping, mountain climbers was going to land right on me... and shove me deep into a dark crevice of rope tangles. I might just have nightmares now. Sweet Smells of Austin, TX  Strolling down the bustling sidewalk in Austin's funky SOCO district, I smelled good things. First it was coffee. But after we passed the long line of people waiting to gulp down their morning caffeine at Jo's, I smelled something better. Honeysuckle? No, it was this tree with yellow puff blossoms! Beth only allowed me a moment to sit. The Greenpeace Guys with clipboards were coming towards us... again. Time to go.
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