|The only time you will EVER catch me in Western wear.|
|We don't have TV at Woodsman, so we just watch slugs.|
There was also a slug in my tent at one point, that slimed the entire ceiling and walls...got in through a one inch unzipped portion of the zipper. The slugs have been after me all summer, actually!
The Mud Pit. A Pit of Mud. With People in it. The Best.
Little tiny frogs. Literally the size of my thumbnail, if not smaller. They were swarming the camp by the last week.
Rainy Days. Ankle-deep Mud. Bare Feet.
Sunny days and salmon berries.