A mummy, some old school, and a nod to local team and league champs, The Hops. Not a bad rendition of mascot, Barley, if I do say so. Freehand, as well!
Working out back and looked up to see this. No wonder there was a lack of traffic noise. Nevertheless, this can't be good.
Yep, there's yer problem! Didn't even hear it fall, but this tree rendered our road useless. The trip to town...more than quadrupled. The joy of riding the single speed bike sans traffic...also increased. Took the crew three days to remove it. Apparently other, more traveled roads were blocked.
Downtime due to giant prone trees? Build a diddley bow! As simple as it gets but oh so much hobo goodness! Those curious: grab a single guitar string or heavy wire, nail it down, insert an Allen wrench or glass bottle (careful!) for tension, and rip it up on the slide. Find an old pickup and plug 'er into 60W of tube! A bit of distortion makes it sing. Delay and phaser, and, son, you've had too many pints of Natian Imperial Stout.
Also checked off the fall to-do list - one last run down the local bassin' river. Caught a few, saw some fog, and watched elusive salmon jump and dance about. State laws say that fishin' has halted until May. The water will soon rise, though, and perhaps get angry. Stoked for a one way squirrely ride on the SUP.
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