Back up to the cabin for a long weekend of fresh air and disconnectedness from the outside world. Time is now better well spent with family, in particular one of my brothers kids, Crazylegs and Cbug.

It’s cliche, but they grow up so fast. One on the brink of the teenage years, the other fully independent (or at least wanting to be).

But for now none of that matters.

For now, we let the four rubber wheels hug the dirt road, as we race through the yesteryear’s of memory.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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