Monday, March 24, 2008
"Jesus Rocks" Easter Jeep Safari
Men invented Easter Jeep Safari. It's a week filled with all sorts of manly activities where men can talk about manly things, buy manly products, drive over-sized manly vehicles on trails with manly names like Upper Helldorado or Hell's Revenge, and do manly things like burp, fart, and smell foul.
I go on the safari nearly every year. And while the tree-hugging liberal in me likes to think I have nothing in common with the droves of good 'ol boys attracted to this kind of activity, Easter Jeep Safari is, well, fun. And honestly, I really like to run over and climb stuff in our big silver Jeep.
Keeping in line with the manliness of the event, we usually sleep in the back of Nic's truck, wake up early, eat mostly meat, smell like exhaust, and come back to camp feeling like a sand box. It kind of makes me feel tough and I like the surprised looks I get when guys realized it's actually a girl behind the wheel. Hey, it may be manly, but girls can play too. (The picture is of me driving up an obstacle called "Hummer Hill.")
And though I'm the first to admit that it isn't the best form of Easter worship, there's something about the red rock and blue sky that clears away any guilt I have for not attending Sunday services. Because really, it you sift through all the manliness there's one thing Jeeping teaches me over and over again, it's that "Jesus Rocks."