The view from the new hammock. Okay, those are not my size 11’s. Those are the Big Guy’s. My feet aren’t visible because they’re under the quilt. At 6′ 5″ the Bug Guy’s feet poke out a bit, because at 6′ 5″ your feet poke out, not just in a hammock. You should see him in shorts. Scary.
We lay in the new hammock for a good 45 minutes until the sun started disappearing and the wind picked up. Even with the quilt, we were getting chilly. The Big Guy went in the house and built a fire. I went on the internet to poke around. I haven’t owned a hammock for 45 years, and I wanted to see if there’d been any evolution or revolution in the hammock industry(?) – as if there is such a thing as a “hammock industry.” That term is pretty much an oxymoron.
I found this beauty on the internet.
She’s single, folding, portable, good reviews, AND $40. How can anyone say, “No” to her, other than we just bought her big brother, and plopped him down in the back yard. He’s hogging most of the room, and seriously – who needs 2 hammocks? Well, maybe we do. We have 2 cars, and I can’t even drive. Maybe we need 3 hammocks – for guests and such. Rather than barbeque, we all get out in the hammocks and star at the sky. Very new age-y. I’ll call it Hammock Ranch. Come. Lay in our hammocks at Hammock Ranch. Find yourself amongst the hammocks…the size 11’s, a few raccoons, and a half dozen barking dogs.