Camping at Putangirua Pinnacles

This weekend I saw a new part of NZ: the Wairarapa. It's predominately a wine growing region nowadays, but historically it was dairy country (if I'm not mistaken..) and either way it's green. Most of NZ tends to be anyways. "Good on ya" for that one guys.....
This weekend was also Leon the King / God's 30th+1 Birthday celebration. See the proof he's a god here. That's why he dragged us, er, 'invited' us all out to the Putangirua Pinnacles for the night. After losing sight of the convoy, my car and one other drove about 20 minutes past where we needed to be. We were thinking, "what the fuck did the others do to us? Where are they!?!" when Leon furiously drove up to us, and informed us we had passed the turn-off the aforementioned 20 minutes back that-a-ways. We were literally at the end of the public road, so there was no more road to go down, and we were long out of cell coverage, so for him to meet us was nice.
We then went hiking (after bacon and egg pie- thanks Cal/Edmund's!- and embarked on a journey to one of the locations of LORD OF THE RINGS. The caps was to get all you Americans EXCITED & PUMPED! It was a great hike, but at no time was I thinking, "man, over there is where 'this' happened." We did have some jokes about looking for the undead army, as that is the part of the movies that the pinnacles were filmed.
After a nice 2 hour-ish walk, we set up camp, got bit by sandflies (those a-holes!) and had a grilled meat caveman dinner complete with salad and creamy avocado and black pepper vinaigrette. We were roughing it indeed. Then the fun started: I brought out my fifth of Fighting Cock bourbon, and we played nails. "The drinking game from my party that was such a smash hit," nails.

We had fun and hit shit. And Morgan bounced the hammer off his head, and then caught it. It was the funniest ever.

Then the fire, and stories of how we all met Leon. There were some damn good ones too. Morgan gets the award for best speech (I attribute it not to his eloquence, but to the blow from the hammer to the head) and I got to tell the story of Leon's sand sculptures being inappropriate. It was all good times.
Then the wind came up, sending us to attempt to sleep underneath a rain fly that at times sounded like a flag in a stiff gale. Heavy gusts kept up all night long, making rest elusive. In the morn we had another impressive spread, which included a pineapple(?) and an attempt at French toast.
Then homeward bound, with impressive amounts of water falling from the sky.

Happy birthday Leon. You are indeed a king/god among men!



Your 1987 NBA Assists leaders:

Assists

Magic Johnson 977
Sleepy Floyd 848
Doc Rivers 823
Isiah Thomas 813
Terry Porter 715

Assists Per Game

Magic Johnson 12.2
Sleepy Floyd 10.3
Isiah Thomas 10.0
Doc Rivers 10.0
Terry Porter 8.9


Your 1987 MVP.