pulling the ripcord.
Oh dear.
Ah, but must cram in a few streaky bacon, lettuce, tomato sandwiches before I undertake my pennance.
Group camp is happening this weekend in the Upper Buttermilk. Cocktails, potlucks, singalongs. With bear and mountain lion sightings down in Rovana, which isn't too far away, I'm going to keep a closer eye on the boy.
The bear was found dining on somebody's pet goat.
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