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While I'm a bit upset at the concept jumping the shark, I'm proud to own the original. It's made it thru 2 north east winters already.
but if i had had a beardhead during any of my spring breaks, then it would probably be a week of snowboarding without taking off my beardhead ever!
Regarding Beardheads, I have fond memories of my "senior beard" during my trip to Europe while in school. No beards allowed at my current employer, so this would help me re-live my beard glory days.
I had a buddy when I was in college who graduated a year or two before I did and landed a job in a major recording studio out in Hollywood. The next year, we went and visited him over Spring Break and played with thousands of dollars of vintage recording equipment in the middle of the night, saw the sights, the beaches, hit up the House of Blues on St. Patty's day (saw Flogging Molly), and delivered some recordings to Larry King. An absolute blast. Send me my beardhead!
By the way, love AoM, keep it up.
But really I just want one of these Beardheads, then I won't have to grow the winter beard to keep my face warm, which I'm sure the Mrs. would appreciate even more than another spring break cabin rental.
A few of the girls and I also ended up flying one of the other guy's boxer shorts up a hotel flag pole at one point.
Amazing trip. Definitely worth going.
I left the group after we spent the night in Galway and ventured toward Belfast to catch a ferry to Scotland. Sometime after we crossed the border into Northern Ireland, we were instructed to disembark and take a bus to the next station due to a bomb threat. When I arrived in Belfast, I went looking for an ATM and passed by at least one policeman armed with an automatic rifle. The tension in the air seemed much thicker in Northern Ireland.
The ferry to Glasgow arrived late and my only option for transportation was with a lorry driver. I should mention that I stayed with a family in Glasgow that I had met in a pub in Dublin. They, upon hearing I intended to go to Scotland, had immediately invited me to stay with them and gave me their contact info. They probably didn't expect me to arrive at 1 AM, but were extremely hospitable nonetheless.
The next day, I was taken around Glasgow by the lady of the house to accomplish my goal of finding a kilt. After searching through Paddy's Market and various other used clothing retailers, we finally found my holy grail. My guide commented that she had experienced a number of things for the first time due to my quest, such as riding the Underground and going to Paddy's Market. She was a bit concerned that one of her friends might see her there and wonder if she had hit on hard times! She gave me a parting gift of a special pin with the emblem of the MacGregor clan, which is part of my heritage.
Ferry ride back, train back to Dublin to meet my friends, ferry to France, train to Austria. We were all so broke and hungry that we were eating peanut butter right out of the jars we had brought. When our train stopped in Munich, we hit up the ATM again and enjoyed the most delicious Burger King burger I have ever tasted.
Hard to believe I did all that. I would never have considered doing half of that stuff here in the states.
Unfortunately this year I'll be in class instead trying to get all my credits to graduate in May so no moab for me.
Oh I miss Tanzania and its friendly people.
This year round I'll spend spring break in my lab. Nice in its own way...
my favorite spring break was hitting the sunny beaches while my friends shivered in the cold!!
Best spring break was to Costa Rica. a VERY COLORFUL trip. Some highlights:
Driving through the mountains in the middle of the night to a remote beach town, and none of us spoke Spanish.
Learning to surf in 6-8 foot swells that required a paddle like none other as they broke far out and were hell to get through.
Refusing to pay more than nyc prices for two drinks when some con artists thought they had us. (Remote spot, guy outside had machine gun.) They let it go.
Ending up in a passionate vacation affair with a very spicy yet insance Columbian mamma. After making it clear that I didn't want a girlfriend, she flips out, breaks something in the bar, cops come, she hits them, she gets the billy club, all of us to station. In Costa Rica. They slapped her with a restraining order. She was not allowed within 200 yards of me.
While it's warm there, I could use the beard in case I ever return, as a disguise!
Jim
Please enter me to win a beard head.
I commute to work by bicycle in NJ, even when its cold, and since I sport a trim Balbo beard it would be nice not to have to hide it behind a boring old balaclava.
Best one would have to be when I actually didn't attend. I spent the entire time, just laying on my back, relaxing....
We stayed in a motel that night.
Still the best one, though. The company was great & we had a great time.
Springbreak: I never really did a spring break in highschool or college, but between the two while I was in the Navy stationed in Orlando for school, I took a trip out to Daytona for Spring Break. Definately good hedonism for a 19 year old, fresh out of boot camp, sailor!
K
Cruises are a lot of fuN!
Oh and watching my cousin tear open the back of the tent in the middle of the night because he thought it was the door and REALLY needed to go pee....
Here's what I did every day:
I woke up at noon with a bloody mary by the pool on top of our hotel.
Wandered the street in flipflops and baggies til I found a good fish sandwich for lunch.
Had a few more beers and take in the sights.
Mozy over to Mallory square to watch the sunset and a guy balance a scooter on his face.
Stumble over to Hog's Breath for a Goombay Smash.
Meet up with complete strangers and become best of friends.
Stumble home. Sleep.
Repeat.
I could have used a Beardhead to enter the Hemingway contest though!
but it was fun!
Once we got down there, we spent the first half of the week rebuilding a burned out garage for an elderly gentleman. We then spend the second half of the week replacing the roof on another house. It was good hard work, and we did it for a good cause. In the end, we were treated to big fish fry dinner. Things taste so much better when you've been working hard outside all day.
Once we were done, we packed up and headed back to the much cooler north.
I used to live in Colorado and very much needed the beardhead during various snowboarding trips. Having a real beard with frozen snot and icicles hanging from it is simply not fun.
So from there we took the 2 hour drive up to the mountains with our mountain bikes and cooler full of our year old mismatched beer (read: poor college students). We were the first of the couples there and set up and took a nap. Within a few hours we had a full house and the cabin was full of laughter. Every night it got nice and cool and we would hike up to the top of the mountain (5 min) and star gaze. One of my male counterparts had a nice warm beard, but neither I nor my other pal have never been able to grow one, though I was the oldest of the group.
Now this is probably a good time to give myself a plug and try and score some sympathy. I'm a 23 year old outdoors man, and I have truly only seen my dad's face without a beard once, and I don't really remember it. As a kid I always expected to grow a beard, but its never worked out that way, I take after my grandfather, a real man, but one without much facial hair. People always tell me I'm lucky that I don't have to shave much, but I feel life just has a nice sense of irony. Anyhow, I couldn't honestly ask for much more out of a life I already deem as wonderful. So back to the spring break.
For the rest of the next 2 days and 2 nights, we spent the going on the best hike from the mountain cabin through the mountain and back into town for a good brew at a great pub, and riding some amazing singletrack with great friends. When looking back in fact, the setting was just mediocre, but the company, wow, that is were the love was found. It just happened to be 3 couples of friends at the right place at the right time and the chemistry just hit. The last night there it was the coldest. We went star gazing (another time the a beard would have been nice) and then we all hit the hot tub in the freezing night, rotten beer in hand. After a few hours everyone returned the their rooms with their respective partners.
All three mornings we work up one of the couples there had already gotten up and would be making french toast, or some other awesome breakfast. Now this didn't go without thanks, we each claimed a dinner and My girlfriend and I and the third couple cooked dinner during the nights. This was a great set-up that lead to a more family style gathering.
I really could go on and on about this trip, I truly is one of my fondest memories, but I think one of the coolest parts about the whole thing was 2 years later and all three couples are still together, and we all get together every so often. On top of that one of the other couples found out they were to have a baby boy shortly after the trip (but not a result of the trip) and now they are engage to be married as they had a wonderful baby boy named fisher.
When I look back I really question how it would could get any better than the trip I took. I realize it couldn't, it was perfect, except that a beard for me and my other pal. THAT would have made it perfect, and rest assured, if by some chance I won, I would be MORE than happy to share my new found beard with my pal.
Would have loved to have a BeardHead when I returned home to all the snow though...
I'd love to give him this hat for when he chooses to wash my car while it is below freezing out!
Love the stylish layering going on with the BeardHead and Fedora action, McKays!
Also, being from Hawaii, it was one of my few experiences with snow up to that point. We had a blast going snowboarding for the first time, and a Beardhead would have been awesome to have.
the first day we got there, we were playing on the beach all day... volleyball, frisbee, attempting to surf, etc. i'm a pretty fair skinned fellow. i burn a few times before my skin gets used to the sun for the summer. if i start slow, i'm fine. my skin hadn't seen the sun since the previous summer, though, and i never remember to wear sunscreen... :-/
i got burnt so bad that i did not go outside during the day until the very last day we were there, and even then i had a shirt on. i had blisters all over my chest, shoulders, forehead, even some under my left eye. i could barely move without agonizing pain. it itched like crazy, it was miserable. but looking back now, pretty hilarious (as long as i don't end up with skin cancer from it!). my friends took good care of me, my buddy Brett's girlfriend (now wife) Candice was so precious and really saw to it that i was as comfortable as i could be. i had fun though, and it was definitely a spring break i will NEVER forget.
An aside: A "typical camping outing" is not what you may be thinking of as your own typical outing. Our usual madness consisted of five guys with enough food for two guys, and enough booze for ten guys. Sometimes, girls would come, but they never stayed long. We were that repulsive.
What I said, though, was "near-typical". All of us had been away for most of a year, absorbing the atmosphere in various centers of art and culture. The ultimate result of all this hob-nobbery was that we brought more food, and that our alcoholic choices were more focused on grape than grain.
we had eggs and meat (properly stored on ice), flour, sugar, coffee, all of the associated pots and utensils, and a cheapo propane camp stove to cook it all on.
Remember that phrase... "Cheapo propane stove" It's relevant to the story.
Anyway, we laughed, and played and sang and frolicked, and I was getting ready to open a bottle of wine, riesling, I think. The conversation went something like this:
"Hey Matt, toss me the corkscrew."
"The what?"
"Dude, you brought a corkscrew, right???"
I don't suppose I need to tell you the answer to that last question.
There we were, miles from the nearest corkscrew, with nothing to drink but creek water and most of a case of reasonably good wine.
Well, part of being manly is being resourceful, so we explored possibilities. We discarded the ones that would result in us drinking broken glass, and came up with a simple study in fluid dynamics. If you score the neck of a bottle, right about the level of the bottom of the cork, then heat it over a cheapo propane stove, then pour cold creek water over the scored and heated area, the bottle says "CLICK", and the top comes off cleanly.
Huzzah! We were drinking again! The bottle opening technique made us feel like geniuses, and the more we drank, the smarter we felt. Until...
On about bottle number four, we noticed that the cheapo propane stove was on fire. Not just fire where it was supposed to be, but fire pretty much everywhere. I reached into the ball of fire (not the best of ideas... mmmm... overindulgence) to turn off the main gas knob. A plastic knob inside a ball of fire is pretty soft, and pretty much like napalm when it's smeared all over your hand.
We looked at the stove and the ball of fire. We looked at my hand.
I'm sure it was comical to an outside observer, who might have been unaware that we were fleeing for our very lives, bounding like alcohol-soaked deer, over rocks and logs, to a safe distance, about a hundred yards. There we regrouped and reconnoitered the situation.
We decided that something needed to be done. Otherwise we couldn't leave. Did I mention that our frantic dash for the trees was without car keys? Car keys which were now warming up on the table in the glow of the cheapo propane fireball...
Patrick turned to me, handed me his wallet and said, "In case I don't make it...", and headed off, bobbing and weaving, ducking behind trees, and peeking around, almost like he was trying to... "sneak up" on the fire. It was ridiculous.
After about ten minutes of this nonsense, I was fed up. I strode over, hooked my finger under the edge of the stove, and slung the whole mess into the creek.
I don't know if a BeardHead would have lessened the danger any, but it would have made the situation less embarassing...
We spent the week helping the needy and homeless build shelters and fix roofs and work the soup kitchen and generally helping our fellow brothers and sister of THIS Grand Country who are still in need of assistance... Wow... what a feeling to help those who can't do it by themselves.
I still remember it like yesterday and it was 25 years ago!!
This year's Easter-week vacation will be spent driving across the country to visit relatives. Yes, I know how to live.
We made the trip back in 24 hours without stopping to sleep, and so arrived back at school with only a few mishaps from our trip: a slightly bent-up bike rack (the hotel awning on the way there didn't have *quite* the clearance to drive under...oops), a snapped bike frame (I guess the hard sandstone can be a little rough sometimes...my friend then had to walk the remaining miles of the trail in blazing heat), and what seemed to be a sprained wrist from a tumble. But we also had a pile of rocks collected, scenic photos as well as video clips of various biking highlights, and good memories.
P.S. I'm in Alaska and I can use the Beardhead year round!!!
Huzzah.
The best spring break I've ever had was in 2007. I was spending a few days at my father's place and decided to go to a party with a girl I knew through the internet. One thing led to the other and two weeks later we became a couple. We celebrated our second anniversary yesterday.
I miss my husband's beard, he has been shaving it off after reading the "How to shave like your grandpa" article. It'd be nice to see him with a beard again every once in a while.
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I am only a senior in Highschool, and have not yet reached full beard growing potential--I don't want to be shamed on my trip. Please send me a Beardhead ASAP so I can blend in and sport wonderful facial plumage in Greece!
I'm growing a beard right now, just so I know I can do it. She's not that fond of it. But we would both love one that was both warm and removeable!
Dang. Now I need a mancation.
I want that bearhead.
Probably could have used the Beardhead while hiking up Arthur's Seat--it can get breezy up there!
I'm going dog sledding later this month, though, and a beardhead would be an awesome addition to my gear!
I had fun/ But we worked hard too.
My favorite part was visiting New Orleans, which is actually a very charming city when not filled with partying lunatics. We saw people singing the blues, ate Cajun food, learned about voodoo, and enjoyed breakfast at the Café du Monde.
A far cry from the insanity of places like CancĂșn, but an excellent break nonetheless.
Come to think of it, a beardhead would have come in useful for those chilly mornings too.
...this enters me, right?
My roommates, and two other friends and I went to Arches National Park. We camped in local camp sites and spent three days hiking the trail. We hiked EVERYSINGLE trail (except for the one were we could see the arch from the road...it was only a .2 mile hike and the arch was fine from the road...) But we had lots of fun, came up with all sorts of archy jokes, and my roommate kissed a girl while looking at Delicate Arch, she fell madly in love with him, and now--almost three years later-- they are getting married. Best trip ever.
fishing
football on the beach
hangin out and playin the guitar
good and relaxing in the sun
I could have used a beard-head.
Best Spring Break trip ever would be heading down to Florida at the ripe old age of 16. Made the trek with friends from high school - first time we were allowed a trip on our own. Yes, there was plenty of chaos, but it was our first taste of independence. No one was injured or jailed, and we had a blast. That freedom was the best feeling in the world! (And we all lost our virginity that year - best trip ever.)
Please consider me a Beard-Head fan, consider me as someone who would love be sporting the manly facial hair, but chooses to keep harmony in the home. Consider me a winner so that when camping, I can be the bearded man I know I can be.
my friends 92 Chevy Blazer breaks down just across the South Carolina line
we decide to head to TopSail Island NC instead
arriving at 3am at our friends beach house
starving
we ate Ice Cream and Bacon!
We set out three days later for Missoula, Montana....once again after a slight delay at the border. Eight guys in an RV skiing for a few days is not the best smell in the world so upon our arrival, we showered at a good friends house. Once clean and feeling better we headed out to test the local flavor. After a quick stop at the video keno machine to get some cash for the night, we were off and running and the drink was flowing. I was the first to fall victim to the angry belly. For some reason, my friend ordered half yards to pound in the bar. After emptying my drink a little too quickly, I let loose...in the middle of the bar. I tried to stop it with my hand and ended up giving it the sprinkler effect, dousing my friends (serves em right). Immediately I was bounced and my friends decided I could wait while they enjoyed themselves longer (serves me right). After some time clearing my stomach in the alley my friends forgave me and we continued on with our night. By the time we got back to the house everybody was doing the same! We got up feeling happy that we had released because we were ready to ski! After three more days skiing, two injuries, one set of stitches we were sadly heading back to Seattle.
But we still had one more night staying at my brother's in Seattle before heading back to school. So the debauchery continued.....
Upon our return to Eugene, we all slept through our first two days of class and didn't return our parents calls. We could barely look at each other from the shame of it all. It was the best spring break ever.