titanic

i have decided to update all you readers on the all of the events of the last week or so. and by "week or so", i mean yesterday, and by "all of the events" i mean event.

sooo, weeks and weeks ago, amanda had a grand idea: go to hat creek and pick clams! So yesterday afternoon, we finally put the plan in action. we set out with good road trip music empty ice cream buckets. granted, we didnt actually decided to do this until about 1:30pm, and didnt actually leave the house until about threee.. and then we stopped for a dairy queen feast in cache creek, so by the time we got to the river, it was after four. as we were walking across the bridge to get down to the creek, i looked over and was all "look manda! that looks like a bazillion clams like riiighht down there!" and manda was like "no niki. those arent clams.." so i was like "fineee" and we tromped through the jungley underbrush for like ten minutes, slipping and sliding and crawling under barbed wire fences until we found a good beachey place to start clam hunting. alas... we found no clams! we hunted and hunted, and dug in the mud with improvised tools (branches) for ages! we even waded through the river to cross back and forth a few times, but to no avail. no clams. clam shells, yes. dirt filled, dead clams, yes. real live clams? NO. oh and did i mention? this is late afternoon. in a glacier fed creek. in the middle of nowhere adn the sun is setting.... we couldnt feel our feet! they were like little frozen clubs attached to the end of our legs!

finally, we gave up.
and as we're walking across the highway bridge back to our car, i looked over into the creek and was like "manda. are you SURE those are not clams??" and manda looks over and is like "ummm.. you know it kinda looks like it. omg those might be clams!" and then as we hiked down the other side of the creek, i grumbled threats about how these better not actually be clams because we just wasted half our lives splashing around upstream, because amanda was convinced that these clam-looking objects were in fact not clams. and, as you guessed. THEY WERE CLAMS! like fifty thousand clams right there! so we werre both quite disgruntled, and amanda sheepish, but we were also SOOO freaking excited that there were actually clams! but these clams were deep down, and we got SOAKED, like up to the neck, from reaching down to grab clams. we are pretty sure that's what the people in the ocean after titanic sunk felt like. we filled up our buckets in no time at all, but then realized we were greedy and needed more buckets of clams for our efforts! by this time, i'm pretty sure we were like majorly hypothermic or something because we could quit giggling, and could hardly climb the hill because it felt like we had no feet.. and as we get to the highway, this bum/hitchhiker sees us, and is clearly confused, because we just hiked up a random bank SOAKING wet in OCTOBER at dusk with heavy, dripping icecream buckets, laughing our asses off and grinning like fools. needless to say, we sort of made friend with the bum, and we told him what we were doing, and he though we were craaazyyy, basically.

so we try to find a bucket (no luck), and visit with the amazing horses across the road for a few minutes, and turn back to find out: BAM. timmy the car has a flat tire. a very very flat tire. but then the bum offers to help us, we whip out the donut tire, and by the way he's going, it looks like we'll be set to go in like.. five minutes! but alas, no. that is not the way the luck of amanda and niki goes. not at all. the last nut is STUCK on TIGHT. we flag people down to see if they have a tire pump or anything, but no luck, but lots stop to try to help get the tire off too - nothing worked. keep in mind: we're still soaking wet. people have NO idea wtf is going on, and the guy thats helping us keeps sticking his thumb out to cars.

we suspected that our hitchiker hadnt been on the road for too long however, because he wasnt very dirty, we noticed he had calvin klein underwear, and he was super duper nice. and he had what we suspect was a new zealand accent. nonetheless.. it was a bit creepy, but its not like we were going to turn away our only chance for a tire change!

one of the cars we had flagged down, (get this), had a DEAD DEER in the BACK SEAT, with its legs sticking out the window, and its ribs showing quite bloodily and clearly... it was so disturbing i could like hardly talk. we were supposed to be asking for a tire pump but all i could say was "theres a... theres a dead dead. dead deer. eeuughhh a dead deer in the back of your car. um a dead deer in the back of your car..." needless to say, they didnt help us, and then the next car that came along, picked up our hitchhiker. so then we were allll aloney, and decided, okay, time to start calling people with cars, which i noticed we actually know surprisingly few of... either nobody answered, nobody texted back, blah blah, and then my phone died. and then amandas phone started blinking its dying battery light, and we started to panic a little, because we decided to text now instead of calling because its less battery sucking... but our fingers were SO FROZEN that it took us like six minutes to make a legible message, but finally we had some luck, and kyle texted back, and decided to come saaaveee us! so we were saved, a couple of hours later, and spent a long time just roasting in my car, and changing into dry clothes we found (WHEW) ...good thing my car is so full of random crap. ^_^

but this is the worst part:
we got to amandas.
made the clams with garlic and butter and seasoning
and they were SICK SICK SICK NASTY.
sighh.
so now there are like 100 clams in the bathtub "cleansing" themselves of the disgusting, revolting bottom-feeding goop they ate.

and i may never eat seafood again.
scratch that,
i may never eat again, peroid.

so this evening, my aunt and uncle, amanda and i are heading out on a rescue mission to hat creek, to save timmy the car. :/





....gosh i wish i could write english essays with this much enthusiasm..