… not in a one horse open sleigh but a busted up old school Jeep Wrangler. The snow is making the driver delirious.
When everyone else is driving away from the snow, we are driving into it.
After taking a detour, we find ourselves on the other side of the traffic on the interstate. It was kind of creepy to be on the road with no one else in sight.
It’s so cold that the windshield wipers are frozen on the Jeep. Jason takes a pit stop in the middle of downtown to fix it. Wouldn’t you be scared if you saw this while waiting in the car?
Jason shows off his moon walking skills.
Amazingly we make the trip safely and arrive to a warm welcome by Mark and Rae.
This is the Jeep upon arrival and after one night of that Sparta snow.
Rae’s car is buried pretty deep along with the rest of the back yard.
Mark is a wonderful host and I’m hanging out.
He prepares us a feast for breakfast. Dee-lish!
Mark has a German beer mug – the kind you can never put down.
We’re sharing the recliner while reading motorcycle magazines and looking at a photo of Mark’s leg. Ewww!
It’s a balaclava that’s not a balaclava. No relation to baklava.
Rae and I get ready to cross the snow. Jason has to carry me piggy back to the car.
Check out all of the beautiful snow in the mountains of Sparta.
Jason finishes throwing a snow ball across the road…
… at his targets Mark and Rae.
We enjoy the diner even though it’s not open.
Rae and Mark enjoy the company of a wooden snake.
They have sodas in a bottle.
It’s like falling off the wagon to enjoy a cream soda.
Lip Smackin’ Hot Dog Sauce. Enough said.
J calls this a turd candle even though the tag says baked apple. Either way, it does not look appealing.
Yeah, that’s me rolling around in a motorized grocery cart. Jason’s jabbing me with my own crutches.
There was no shortage of picturesque shots in Sparta. Christmas trees are the number two crop. Can you guess number one?
Mark’s red door says welcome.
Jason is bringing my crutches back after having to carry me once again across the snow.
Another feast is being prepared at the compound.
Mark pulls out all the stops.
The peeps are ready to eat.
Marks favorite hot sauce looks like a constipated pepper. The fellas put the hot sauce in everything including soups!
The lid lost it’s top but a solution is near.
It’s interesting to see garlic bread being sliced on a pizza stone while still sitting on the oven door.
This is how it’s done with men in the kitchen washing dishes while ladies are relaxing at the table.
This is their favorite past time playing foosball. The rest of the time we spend watching Terminator, Public Enemies, and our favorite Snooki and JWoww dancing on the Jersey Shore.
Mark has the ultimate office chair – a recliner.
