We returned a bit early from the farm excitement, coming back yesterday afternoon instead of this morning. The abbreviated stay meant concentrated excitement, including...
1. Finding space for our tent among the over forty people and their various cars, tents, RVs, and behemoth-pickups crammed into close quarters. Next year, parking plan, please.
2. Assembling a beautiful stainless steel Charbroil grill, much assembly required, even more searching for teensy lock washers required when one of the many, many dogs plowed through the workspace and knocked into a table.
3. Watching the flames leap from a nameless pig, rotisseried Lord-of-the-Flies style, falling off the spit and into the coals until rescued from the conflagration and jury-rigged back onto the spit. Hours later, piping hot pork-on-a-stick. Mmm. "A wonderful, magical animal."
4. Taking a break from monitoring the bonfire to sing O Canada for the skeptics. To applause.
5. Waking every five minutes to the sound of dogs, geese, quads, or the peacock. (A "male peacock," as my wife put it.)
6. Ducking out of a Scrabble match, thus maintaining my undefeated record.
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