We’re headed up the mountain this evening to see if we can find Francis’s trail cam that someone has apparently relocated. We had pizza at the shop at the end of a busy day of working on the Mountaineer. We just dropped everything and ran.
This little hen lives at Josh’s. She and a few other hens keep people in fresh eggs around here.
I walked with Mom today. I’m gonna walk every day till I’m eighty just like my mom.
We did not locate the trail cam, but we did get high up the mountainside well enough to see the valley far below, the river, and town, and a beautiful sunset. The road clings firmly to the mountain though it’s set in switch-back form. I gasped only once, and Josh assured us that the trees would catch us down there. He’s teasing and a good driver, really.
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