"I looked to the stars, tried all of the bars, and I've finally gone up in smoke. Now my hand is on the wheel, of something that's real and I feel like I'm going home".
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Rib-Fest
We drove North 900 miles to get ribs from Alabama. This is the first Gananoque barbecue festival. It's already better than So. Carolina because it's 30 degrees cooler. The fishing has fallen off a bit; something about the moon. I'm stuck at about 37 bass caught so far and the last ones being small ones. I hear all the mommy bass went to deeper water to do some shopping. We kayaked about 8 miles on the Gananoque River yesterday. It was sublime. I hear Bo is doing great in his kennel. Ben is in the air today returning from his short term mission trip to Farmington, New Mexico. I'm sure they will all miss his wit during the "Drive-Time" show on KNMI radio. Well it's off to streets to rib out.
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