Why so quiet around these parts?
Blame camping. I tried to contact the outside world. I positioned the three Pigs, lifted a metal camp chair and cursed the sky. Nothing. Actually, it did make it rain.
Which did work out good for the Ogre. We discovered the James St Station Restaurant. We meant to go to the Brew Pub, but it was raining so hard, we stopped a street early and ended up here. It was sort of like the Copper Bar in Marshall. Eclectic.
They had Oberon, home cooking and wifi. It was very close to heaven.
Does a Black Sheep knit in the woods?
Yes, when all the cousins are busy.
Kentucky Irish, I can even find people I know at a camp ground in Norther Lower Michigan!
Yep, even while camping, I spent some time knitting. But let me tell you, it is not for the faint hearted, or those with a weak stomach. I've been dragging this poor Kidney Kozy around all month.
Meet John Muir
Pig 1 pointed out that during the month of August we'd gone camping 4 weeks.
21 camp fires
7 drunken sailors
4 bags of marshmallows
3 bottles of bug spray
1 unopened bottle of sunscreen
1 leaky tent
7" of rainwater
soda, swimming, hummus, SNOT, blood, dirt, sand,smelly cubscouts and a sassafrass plus a whole lotta love. Maybe I should rename that Kidney Kozy Robert Plant.