We spent a brief but perfectly beautiful weekend at Bear Lake. Among the many attractions, we (of course) sniffed out the one and only snow cone shack. It's a good thing we did because it was absolutely the BEST FREAKING SNOW CONE SHACK EVER. The tiger's blood was juicy and slobber-stimulating and refreshing and turned my teeth the slightest shade of red. The ice was softer than freshly dropped powder snow and because the snow cone lady refrigerates her syrups the fluffy texture wasn't compromised. Awesome! We returned for two more rounds the next day. If anyone is near Garden City the stop by Hawaiian Snow is so worth it.
In case you were wondering just how huge Cami's glasses are... personally, I think her delightful little nose makes the perspective seem more exaggerated than it really is. If you put those glasses on my face, for example, they wouldn't seem quite so pilotnormous. I so just made up that word.
4 comments:
That is the greatest new word I have read today. Pilotnormous!
I am glad that you are a fan of the Tiger's Blood.
How many wake-boarders crashed when you two Goddesses made your way around the lake? YOWZA! Have you ever seen such BEA-UTIFUL women in your life? Hubba-Hubba.
Yes, yes Jeremy....whatever.
Go to bed!
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