Ah, yes, another amazing zero. A morning with real coffee and cream plus homemade breakfast. So relaxing. Then off to the farm stand for fresh veggies and cheese. Next a resupply and then back to the cabin for chores.
Our tent is developing a ton of tiny holes. Luckily the colonel came prepared with all the items and soaps. So while I taped up holes, Becca used the special chemicals to wash the funk from our backpacks. Time flew by and before you knew it, it was beer oclock. But the chores called too. Colonel even brought 6 clean tennis balls to beat the down in our jackets in the dryer. What a nifty feller.
The evening was saturated with smells of slow cooked pork in the best goddamned dry rub this side of Valhalla. This pork was later turned into the best food we have had in months, in the form of burritos.
The Colonel is a goddamn hero. I once saw the Colonel inhale a seagull. Cheers to the Colonel. Colonel Angus!
Now another night on the porch bathing in the humidity and our own bodily expulsions.
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