Honeymoon Snippits.

Of all the many many things we did on our honeymoon, I want to start with   this.

Because it was pretty neat.

Ziplining through the trees on top of a mountain in the Dominican Republic.

We went on a series of 9 ziplines and the video here is one Arron took on the longest one. 7500 feet long. He reached speeds of 47 km/hour. 



This is one of me coming in. Very exciting. :P

We honestly spent a lot of time just chilling at the beach and pool. Outing Ziplining was a highlight as was our outing to Catalina Island. We went on a paddle wheeler boat up a river and enjoyed the scenery inland and saw locations where Jurassic Park and Rambo 2 were filmed. Then we transferred to a large Catamaran and headed to Catalina Island - which was a tropical paradise. After that we went to explore a medieval village that was gorgeous.

Michael Jackson Tribute Night. It was AWESOME

Better than Tim Hortons? It actually was!

This is on our river boat looking up at the Medieval Village we would visit later in the day.

At the village, looking down at the river.

No words. Beauty.

This is where we were zip-lining

If you tell them you have sailing experience they will let you borrow a catamaran for the day. So Arron told them that. It was only a half-truth.

I have no sailing experience, but this is me posing like I know what I'm doing.

Naked Hippies Part 2

Sometimes the most random things happen to me and I think to myself, "Wow, this is so random! This is crazy! I can't even fathom the craziness of this once-in-a-life-time-event."

Like this event.

Attending that event (multiple times) gave me one of my best stories ever for "Story Time with Miss. G". The story of the naked Hippies. Seriously, 12 year olds LOVE this story. This story is one of my super-random-this-will-never-happen-again moments.

It was a beautiful hot day, which are few and far between in Barkerville and I decided that I would go down to the local swimming hole and just chill out for the day. When I got down there, much to my dismay, the swimming hole was overrun by naked hippies. A LOT of them. Like 100. Well... maybe 30. But that is still too many Naked Hippies to be hanging out with on my relaxing Sunday afternoon. So I walked up stream and around the corner until  I found a nice little island in the middle of the creek where I could spread my towel, put on my shades and read my book in relative quiet and peace. Not ten minutes after I started to relax a loud voice from down by the naked Hippies announced that while the town of Wells was totally free and accepting of naked communal bathing, there were small children in the area, so if they could move to a more secluded area the townsfolk would appreciate it. So with joy and carefree abandon the naked hippies skipped up the creek and promptly joined me at MY perfect island oasis.

That's the back story. Amusing for sure.

This past weekend Arron and I took a drive about an hour out of Williams Lake to Moffat Falls. It was an AMAZINGLY beautiful, hot, sunshiney, love-filled, newlywed, picnic-ey type of day at the falls. We hiked in and down to the base, in love and hot and sweaty and began to wade in the cool waters of the river. Arron waded past his knees soaking his jeans. I suggested that he just take off his jeans and go swim in his boxers, we were alone after all. He declined worried that someone would come along. Approximately 1 minute later three young guys came trouncing down the trail making Arron very thankful that he had kept his pants on.

We waded across the creek (fully clothed) and as we were eating our picnic lunch, who should also come down the trail but a dozen hippies. Who, when reaching the bottom of the cliff proceeded without pause to strip down until they became a dozen naked hippies.

I laughed so hard. What are the chances that I would end up in a river with a bunch of naked hippies again? I laughed. And I laughed because this time, my husband who wouldn't take off his jeans to wade across the river, was now surrounded by naked hippies.  I also was thankful, because now I got to share my naked hippie experience with someone I love.

Moffatt Falls before it got... busy....

People will inevitably wonder what we did.
Well... to be completely honest.... we joined them and went skivvy-dipping ;)

From the top of the falls

As close as I could ever possibly get. Right?

So I'm no longer Nikki G anymore.
I really enjoyed being Nikki G.
That name served me well for 31 years.

But now it has changed. I'm now Nikki D. Which really, is as close to Nikki G as I could ever possibly get right? Right?

I'm going to keep blogging. But now it will not just be about me. It will be about my wonderful husband Arron and I as we go through our life together. And I will blog about the wedding, and the honeymoon, and all that fun stuff too, but for tonight I just wanted to start things up, remind you to keep coming back and reading because I truly enjoy writing entertaining snippets for my friends and family and the random strangers across the globe that happen upon my humble blog.

Stay tuned.