~Life Caught~: Willie Nelson & Sarah Evens

It all started this past Friday evening...my first concert (at the Ironstone Winery Amphitheater) since College. So, I was excited, but didn't have any real expectations. Sarah Evens was opening the show for Willie and I have to say, "Willie, you let me down!" However, those that are die-hard Willie Nelson fans (and those that consumed multiple carafes of wine) were feelin' WN. For me (and my man, Cliff, and our friends Dave & Cathy), Sarah saved the show and she and her band were far better, far more entertaining, far more...people, she saved the show, believe me.

Ironstone Winery is located in Murphys, CA which is about 10 miles from Angels Camp where we stayed the night. Angels Camp is a hoppin' little town, and we happened to stay in the "Jumping Frog Motel!"

I love this handsome dude!

I love this handsome couple...Our friends, Dave & Cathy!

I told you Angels Camp was crazy about frogs. Check out why:

http://www.frogtown.org/jubilee_history.shtml

After eating breakfast, we parted from our friends, D&C (in which we could have a fabulously wonderful time in any circumstances), and traveled north on Hwy 4. We'd see redwoods along the way (looking out our windshield).

We stopped at Bear Valley Ski Resort and had an awesome view of the Sierra Nevada's. We felt we were on top of the world!

See Clifford smiling? Now study it. Keep that grin ingrained in your memory. Why, you ask? You know that thing...that natural bodily function...the one we don't like to talk about and women don't do (if you do, you aught to have it checked out by a doctor., because I don't do it. No sir-ree! You won't catch me doin' it!). It's the thing that men always swear is an accident, but really they force themselves to do it. Uh huh! Yep, keep that grin locked in your mind, because if you see it, you'll know to RUN, FOREST, RUN! (Those that think it's just truly disrespectful, down right dishonoring and any other dis you'd like to throw at me for talking about my Honey Bunny that way, please take it up with my psychologist, therapist or my pastor...on second thought, don't take it up with my pastor! He's my boss!!)