The dog finds a sunbeam and stretches out.
I'm amazed any truck made it through there.
The more we went in and out of our Top Sekrit campsite, the more muddy the approach got.
Jeron's truck is just about to pull a 500 pound log.
We took Woody to the Renaissance Festival this year, where he et turkey leg ('a fine formerly feathered femur of fowl') and apple dumpling.
For some reason Maggie didn't want me to post this on the Woodyblog, but it's just too awesome to not put somewhere.
I was unable to exit to downtown St Paul yesterday due to some impressive rain & flooding. This morning everything is magically better.
Still not used to this "treated with respect" thing.
