A Weekend in Mariposa

This past weekend, we drove up to Mariposa to visit Papa Stan and Grandma Judy. If you haven't heard me talk about Mariposa before, just imagine a beautiful rural town outside of Yosemite where there are just as many deer as there are mullet hairdos. Rory absolutely loves it in Mariposa, where his Grandma Judy gives him toy guns to play with and an endless supply of whipped cream to lick off his fingers. He also gets to ride bareback on the family's 30 year old horse, Frosty, and pee outside in the rain if he so pleases. Basically, it's a little boy's dream come true.

Luckily, Mariposa is also a blogger's dream come true. Where else can you find people landscaping their front yards using old tires and blue tarps? Or see your mother-in-law give her dog Dodger his heart medicine in a big, fat, artery-clogging pat of butter? Or have your bartender, who is chewing tobacco and spitting into a clear cup right in front of your face, checking his "Bartending for Dummies" book when you ask for a drink? Yup, there ain't no place like the 'Posa!

Unfortunately, I forgot to charge our camera before we left for the weekend, so I was only able to snap one picture during the entire trip:



Sorry I can't provide you with the chew spit visual I so wanted to share with the world. Next time, I guess!

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