It’s quite remote here. We are very close to the Canadian border. The campsite is quiet and a great place to relax. Terry is practicing his guitar and I’m enjoying some alone time.
Just kidding. I’m not drinking alone. And if I were, it wouldn’t be Huckleberry wine. But when in Rome..,
Terry and I hiked Copper Falls. It’s bear country.
The solitude is wonderful. But I miss the connection to the real world.
And my hair dryer broke. And sorry you have to see me with my morning face.