Our rig has been swaying for twelve hours; my lunch will not survive. We're parked in an unfortunate place (where the wind is).
We had a lovely and odd weekend with our friend, Su, who traveled a long way JUST to visit us. We laughed at a lot of inappropriate things that I won't share, but here's a hint: sixth grade.I said the weekend was "odd" not just because Su was here. While we sat out here, a huge truck came up the road, except it was really a mini-haboob. We grabbed the dogs, not knowing what they would do, and the dogs grabbed us for the same reason. Once that oddity settled down, a swarm of Africanized bees passed directly overhead. Don't mess with us. Unless you really like frogs and gadflies, let our people go.
|L to R: Denali, Jake, Whitey, Su, Goldie, Annie|
|Another foot of clearance and a composting toilet, and this would be the perfect rig.|
|Denali and Jake. Or, is it Jake and Denali?|
|Dude, what are you lookin' at? I'LL LOOK WITH YOU!!!|
|I STILL DON'T SEE IT BUT THIS IS GREAT RIGHT?|
|DUDE COULD HELP A GUY OUT YOU KNOW.|
|Jake is socially-awkward|