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Good Bets For Couples
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- (Good Bet) To an advantage player, a good bet is a bet threat offers a positive EV.
- (couple) match: bring two objects, ideas, or people together; "This fact is coupled to the other one"; "Matchmaker, can you match my daughter with a nice young man?"; "The student was paired with a partner for collaboration on the project"
- Join to form a pair
- (couple) a pair who associate with one another; "the engaged couple"; "an inseparable twosome"
- Connect (a railroad vehicle or a piece of equipment) to another
- (couple) a pair of people who live together; "a married couple from Chicago"
Identifies and corrects common mistakes made when placing and setting up blinds and decoys, timing the hunt, and waiting for waterfowl
This engaging guide covers all the how-to’s of hunting waterfowl, including more advanced techniques like river hunting, flooded timber shooting, and prairie shooting. As managed areas become a fact of life for waterfowlers, Smith’s advice on how to work within these systems is increasingly useful, as is his emphasis on the importance of hunting with dogs to maximize success ratios and minimize the likelihood of cripples.
Flying in to the capital city of Laos, Vientiane to stay over only one night and moving on the next day to the district of Vang Vieng which offered the most beautiful mountainous landscape with the clear flowing water of Nam Xong River, sunset and sunrise. After two nights of stay I moved up north to the Luang Prabang province – a town with colonial houses and French-Indochinese influenced buildings; and where most tourists seemed to dine and wine at local restaurants and bars. The sunset over the Mekong River was beautiful, and shopping at the evening Lao handicraft market. After three nights of stay I moved on further up north to the province of Luang Namtha where I had the first bumpy road ride on the local mini bus as there was no tourist bus going to that place. Couple of travelers but mostly local passengers were on the trip, and it was the first culture shock I experienced when the driver stopped along the journey whenever to pick up local passengers and stuffed in more things they brought with them like of sacks of rice and big boxes (and whatever you can think of!) despite of there was no more space in the bus! The road got really rough and dusty in the 9 hour trip as we were going up north. The first stop for toilet break was at the roadside bushes where only the men and local women had their relief whereas all female foreigners like me came out of the mini bus and found no proper toilet building. I waited til the next toilet break in Oudomxai town. Upon reaching Luang Namtha in the evening just to find that it was a quiet town and nothing much I could do there until the next day I rented a bicycle and cycled to the nearby farms which were mostly rice paddy fields. The local people in this particular place were very resistant to foreigners like me taking pictures of them even though I did ask for permission number of times and their answers was always no. My stomach was already not feeling well before reaching Luang Namtha and I decided not to eat any more Lao food and had some cooked local corns instead. After few days I felt hungry and ordered myself a heavy breakfast with rice which I thought it would be something more close to home but only to find myself waking up 4 times in the night to throw out everything I ate! On the next day I was supposed to be on a 22-hour bus ride early from the morning to make a trip down to Vientiane so I could catch my flight back to Kuala Lumpur on the following day. I thought I had at least recovered a bit from the food poisoning but I was wrong. What was worse was that the local VIP bus I had no other choice but to take was a bigger version of the local mini bus and I happened to be the only foreigner around, again the culture shock again I experienced the second time. Their standard of a local VIP bus is one with hard-cushioned seats – all dirty and dusty, as I wiped the seat with a tissue paper and there I got a thick layer of dust! The corridor of the bus was already with sacks or rice, boxes and even some kind of gas tanks – huge and long ones! I have no idea how on earth they could stuff in those things into the bus! On the roof top they had bags, boxes, machine spare parts even a motorcycle and some hens and chicks in baskets! In the truck – planks, all kinds of spare parts, basically everything is possible to transport with their local bus! The road was all dusty and bumpy, and I got so so sick with even the smell and things I saw around me. It made me vomit but I only made sure I do it in a presentable way which was into the airbag I got from the airplane. The driver did not seem to be in a hurry to reach the destination. Picked up more passengers along the way, stuffing more people and things into the bus. It seemed like the longest and the most torturous road ride ever in my whole life! The sky was getting dark and I was crying to get down in Luang Prabang town as soon as possible for one night rest instead of continue on the journey right down to Vientiane which was scheduled to reached by 5 on the next day. The moment I reached Luang Prabang, how I waited for them to find my backpack and unload the other passengers’ stuff up on the roof of the bus, and then rushed all the way straight to the travel agent in the town central to try booking for a flight ticket to Vientiane on the next day BUT unfortunately it was fully booked! They tried calling up the bus station for the direct bus Vientiane but the calls were unanswered. That left me with no other choice but to take their tourist mini bus which is actually a van to Vang Vieng on the next day and they convinced there would be buses going to Vientiane when I reached there in the afternoon. At the travel agent office I had to borrow the toilet for throwing out a few times, and I had bad diarrhea at the same time. I was looking like a zombie and talking like a sick woman! Headed out to look for a
Today kicked off a three-day weekend for us and many of the rest of you, we presume. We had discussed getting out of Portland, hopping in the air-conditioned car with the Pugs and driving somewhere with a pool, a giant bed, naughty cable channels, and seedy restaurants, but I have vacation time at the end of the month and we’ll get around to it then.
This weekend is the weekend to play in our own "backyard" here in the Portland area. Just over an hour from Portland is the Bagby Hot Springs. Have you been? This place is so fantastic we plan on visiting whenever we don’t really have plans to do anything else. Forget "the summer of George" to quote another Seinfeld reference. It’s not even "the summer of Jenna" that I’ve been trying to have since 2006. No, this is THE SUMMER OF NUDITY! and this is the first post celebrating it as such. As far as photos of me go, it’s a touch unflattering, but it’s the whole idea of this place…
First of all, it’s a very, very pretty drive, winding around and over the Clackamas River most of the way. There is plenty of shade in the parking lot, too, if you get there early and claim a spot. The trail is gorgeous. Very simple, not even a hike, it’s a walk through old-growth forest, on a very well maintained trail, over a few bridges, over beautiful blue-green water and small waterfalls. A mile and a half into the woods you arrive at the hot springs.
There are three hot springs, actually, and one cold one. The hottest comes out of the earth at 136 degrees. The water is tainted with several minerals, including, notably, lithium, the feel good drug. There is a decent sized shelter with a couple of giant wooden hot tubs. The water runs constantly through little wooden chutes, like little flumes, and when you want to fill a tub you cork the hole in the bottom, pull a stick out of a hole in the flume, and the water pours into the tub as fast as the earth and gravity will allow. The cold water spring and buckets provide relief from the scorching hot water.
There is also a series of private rooms, with swinging wooden doors, pegs to hang your clothes and towels on, and partially open ceilings for ventilation and sunlight. The tubs in the private rooms are a whopping 8 feet in length, and carved out of solid logs. You plug the hole in the bottom of the tub with an upside down liquor bottle (no kidding) and very quickly you have a steaming hot, private bath with the blue sky over part of the tub. In cold weather or rain, the tubs are so long and the water so hot you could still use them for certain, as the roof is only open over part of the tub. If you stayed long enough the water got chilly you could always top it off with more spring water!
The rules are simple: carry out what you carry in, no soap, nudity is to be expected (though there were plenty of families there today who just shuffled their kids into the private rooms rather than run the risk of seeing middle aged nude people in the giant tubs), and if there’s a line, no more than an hour in a tub.
The place was clean, and while busy there was plenty of room for the holiday revelers. There have been "problems" there, but volunteers work very hard to ensure safety for all. They recommend that weekends, when it’s busy, are the safest bets to avoid car prowlers. In the last calendar year there were only two car break-ins, and they attribute it to the traffic. When the road was cleared in April (and vehicles other than 4WDs could make it to the trailhead), on weekends 100-150 people a day visited. We would have no qualms about visiting even in the evening if we got enough people out there as a group. (Save the group jokes for another time…)
What a GEM we have here in Oregon, amongst so many others all within a stone’s throw of this fabulous city.
If you can’t find me or Patrick, if I’m out of cell phone range and not answering, chances will be excellent we’re naked in a giant wooden tub amongst the towering pines in the Mt. Hood National Forest. It’s truly our favorite new spot! We hope to drag some of you with us some time. But we won’t promise to keep our clothes on.