Last Sunday and Monday we traveled to the Inn at Dos Brisas, which translates to the Inn at two Brisas. It's secluded, about 2 hours and change from here. It seemed like another geography, with more lushness and even a different color palette of green. Limited guests, 5 star re$taurant - you can rent one of several houses or four one room deals. They give you a golf cart for roaming the 300+ acre spread. We roamed. Horses, or Hosses as I like to say, were in various corrals and pastures. One had Opossum Sickness whereby it ate some grass that an opossum had 'gone' on, and "wasn't right in the head." It was trying to open the gate of its enclosure to escape the asylum, kind of like Jack Nicholson in One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest.
We had a nice time in the peace being away from the usual.
Note from the road: we saw a wild turtle on the road
Note from the road: from 60mph to 30mph. Speed trap?
Note from the road: noisy gravel
On Monday morning we had signed up for shotgun lesson. The 20 gauge kickback/recoil really hurt after a while. I didn't master it. Man it hurt. I am a delicate boy. Then I asked if I could try from the hip. Didn't take long to hit that clay! I quit immediately, while the state champion 'guide' was a-thinking, "that was luck, right?" All I can say is it'd be fun from the hip, but would take a lot of ammo to become proficient. And I was really surprised how hot the rifle got. Quickly, too.