Jeremiah finally got out of bed at noon. His argument was the rain and we couldn’t cook breakfast in the tent because of Mom’s opinions. True. I’d been stubbornly refusing to bother him or say anything about it. Meanwhile, Mom had been dropped cheery, not-so-subtle hints most of the morning that she was hungry and we needed to get our day started.
|Love some good homegrown eggs.|
|A great shoe, for just about anything. Pretty good with water too!|
No wet socks yet even when I was sure I'd done it.
It had a one little tiny school on the outskirts of town. Seven kids there we found out later.
We stopped in at the mercantile/bar. The Yaaktober Fest was out back. There were a handful of vendors set up and some good music, and a lot of people who’d had a little too much. They pretty much stuck to the porch of the bar so it wasn’t awkward or anything.