Ah, the pride of mastering a lawn chair. Maybe next week we'll put some time in working with something more complicated, like a spoon.
This is the view from the trails that start behind the trailer park. This town is just plain odd. Smaller than Winchester and it's got 7 bike shops and 4 breweries. I found a vegetable oil mechanic who raises bees and chickens and reveres Tom Robbins. There's a vegetable oil gas station where you can get prefiltered oil for half the price of diesel. You can't turn around without bumping into some blueberries or blackberries.
We've been hiking and biking so much that we go to bed early and exhausted. Stella still gets up at 6:15 without fail and I'm starting to thing she's just about old enough for her own little trailer to sleep in. I've been growing a beard so people know that I'm all woodsy-like.
These mountain grassy balds are downright enchanting when the wind rustles the grasses.
Here's Stella, fresh out of the wash, ready for the drier.