Camping

Well, here are some pictures of our camping trip to Big Creek.

Megan....Rachel....
The mercantile playground is a very easy place to forget one's numeral age.Weddings in Polebridge are just an excuse to throw a{nother} party.
Rachel and Nora contact Bob, (no, not my Bob- a different Bob) while Mitch simultaneously cooks dinner and entertains Christian.

I do not have pictures of my Belarusian torture session. (please direct any questions pertaining to the nature of Belarusian torture to either Mom or Mrs. Comstock)

Check out this amazing contest:

Maid Marian Costume Event

I wish it would have been announced earlier, as I don't have anything prepared for it.
How lovely it will be to see the results though!

Cherry Processing (a.k.a. Purgatory)

Whoever said that life was a bowl of cherries accurately assessed the fact that life can be arduous, dull, and messy.
Pitting and drying a mountain of cherries is not for the faint hearted (or the epicures, for that matter).
Fresh cherries are so-o-o-o-o good, and so are the frozen ones, but when they have been depleted of their moisture, (not to mention their attractiveness) they aren't the most appetizing. So why are we hoarding them like paranoid hamsters? Maybe because the idea of free fruit is way too tempting to keep from hauling home any less than 200 pounds. *sigh* I wonder if a cherry diet does anything for one's outlook on life?