Sure-an-b-golly, it's a livid devil of a thing. You can read all about it in the Newsletter. If you didn't bother checking the Newsletter, tough; next time read them... I am feeling better, though. will be trying to get up tomorrow.
World Famous Hand's Melons on Rte 29 is just a short putter-putter east of the SYB. The actual sign is not blurry. My wife was driving erotically, and I missed a good shoot.."Shoot!!"
This is a short, cinematic description of wet weather in all its glory.
We drove up Sunday, the day before the muck and mire apocalypse. We had dinner at the Kitchen, like we always do on the first night of the encampment. To keep things short and simple, Wednesday was the only sunny day in the rather wet, weak week.
Sheriff (from the English, shire Reeve) Dan Culligan, on the right, is carrying the latest newspaper, in which the weather report for the Basin is sheer doom and gloom. He is very despondent (as you can tell by the way he is walking), His wife, Sally (on the left), however, remains jaunty, perky, and pretty.
We left Thursday in the turbulence of another rain storm.