Mud. Muddy muddy mud.
Mud goes all the way down, you know. Between the rocks, and in the sand, and past the clay. Mud.
I’ve been on hikes like that. I’d like to think I’d be as calm as Hubris is about it.
Mud. Muddy muddy mud.
Mud goes all the way down, you know. Between the rocks, and in the sand, and past the clay. Mud.
I’ve been on hikes like that. I’d like to think I’d be as calm as Hubris is about it.
The weather is making Hubris’ retirement kinda difficult, isn’t it?
So here he is, squatting in the stormy woods, under a downed tree, with a couple of raccoons that have very cultured opinions about what they expect to find when they reach civilization. It can only get better from here, right?
Right.
Outhouses. You know ’em. You love to hate ’em.
Stinging insects love to build nests in there… ya don’t always see ’em but you know they’re there.
Ew.
Well, it’s been a while.
Sorry about that. I honestly had no idea so many things were going to burst in upon me like that, and something had to give.
So… Back to the story. The rain continues unabated, and our heroes (Durnell, Ziggy, and Clem) have been driving in the driving rain for hours to get to a spot that was supposed to be an easy jaunt. Oh, well… That’s a road trip for you. Ziggy knows the way, so they’ll be fine.
Just fine…”Providence permittin’ and the creeks don’t rise”, as the local folk say.
Ron and Duke don’t seem to be the sorta fellas who are gonna let a good fishing trip plan roll over and kick its li’l feet in the air and expire.
Of course, they DO seem to be the sorta fellas who you read about in the paper- all about how they went on a fishing trip and drowned under odd, but not controversial, circumstances. And possibly rolled over and kicked their size 13s in the air as they expired.
Don’t nobody make a “Hey, Y’all, Watch this…” joke now, you hear?
It’s good that Mal is finally entering a wider world, making friends and doing new things, don’t you think?
Ry’s buddies sound nice. I guess Mal might wind up knowing a lot of new people and new skills after this weekend.
Assuming, of course, that nothing goes sideways on him.
Bob keeps a broader view than a lot of folks.
Bob likes the kind of view you get from the bottom step of Infinity… you know the spot, right next to Destiny and Fate, just a few dimensions higher and with a clearer vantage point than Chance, Luck, and Probability.
It will keep you from worrying so much.
Of course, so will a head injury with short term memory loss.
So, things are piling up for the guys.
Problems with navigation, problems with language, problems with optical acuity… and gastrointestinal integrity. Problems with interpersonal communication and patience…
Nothing a good therapist couldn’t work them through, given a few weeks of sessions and proper insurance.
Kara isn’t fussy about stuff, is she?
At least, not fussy about the kind of stuff you THINK she’s gonna be fussy about.
Probably why she’s so popular.
Oh, Steven, she’s saying it’s going to go just the way you want things to go…
And then your vehicle spontaneously disassembles.
That’s a bad sign.
Or conjunction of signs.
So, how much was that umbrella?
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