Well, it's Friday again...let the time warp begin. And it will. Monday will be here before I realize Saturday has begun. I'd dig my heels in the dirt and drag if it'd make it go slower. There are so many things going on around here, it's hard to decide what to do! The Robber's Cave festival last week was awesome but there were so many people there. We spent 15 minutes in a line of cars waiting to park, then spent another 20 in line waiting for the shuttle to take us the three miles back to the festival, then 10 minutes waiting on funnel cake that we had to eat sitting indian style on the grass. The jeans they make these days, plus me in them, plus indian style doesn't always make for the most comfortable of situations but I managed. Then we hit the craft booths. My gosh, I couldn't put my hands on my hips for fear I'd elbow people on both sides of me. It was like an ant colony! We voted to skip the carnival all together. Well, all except for poor Tracker. He assumed the long line we were waiting in was to ride the Rocket. You can imagine his disappointment when he discovered it was only the shuttle line for the return ride to the back forty we were parked on. So, I'm thinkin' this weekend, I'd like to avoid huge crowds of people and mile long lines. Although, the Balloonfest is awfully appealling.
Josh has spied a piece of property and has his heart set on owning it. It's the land he's always dreamed of, he says, surrounded by forest with a creek on one side. Hunter's paradise, I reckon. Problem is, it's landlocked on three sides by the US Corps of Engineering and on the other, a little lady who's convinced she already OWNS that land back there. Lol...oh, life is never boring and always, always a challenge. Josh likes a good challenge. Especially when he can sit in his dozer seat all day and think of things for me to do to help further his plight. If he's called me once, he's called me thirty times in the past two days with marching orders. He's excited...and he's driving me batty. Then I think how much fun it'd be to finally have a cabin that's ours...to disappear into the great beyond for 48 hours at a time, and then I get excited too. But before I put my name on a dotted line of obligation, I wanna SEE it first. So, to Google Earth I went...
I had a map of the property...sort of. So I attepmted to find the coordinates. I had never GPS'd my way thru the woods before yesterday. Interesting in a frustrating kinda way. I led us thru at least six direction changes before Mr. Expert took over and led us thru another six. Didn't take us long to figure out we'd soon by walking by the light of the moon at the rate we were travelling. As romantic as that phrase has always sounded, dense woods in the dark is not condusive to much anything except walking faster and talking less. My dot on the map was extremely elusive. We never did find it but we had lots of fun arguing over which way was that way, and what way was which. (I won.) We're armed with new coordinates and a better map today though. Conquer, we shall.
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