The Sportsman tribe will point the pick-up and the Explorer north this evening. We are headed for our annual pilgrimage to the Adirondacks. Fishing and water-skiing and canoeing and hiking will replace banging of one's head against the courthouse door and being glued to e-mail and all other vehicles of artificial urgency and millennial electronic shackles.
Dove season opens in one month and I expect to be posting a bit more about wing-shooting and the Fall steeplechases and that kinda stuff. In the meantime, the Phillies are appallingly bad, the Eagles are in camp and cold beer and cool lake water awaits.
3 comments:
I always envy this trip of yours each summer. Bravo to you that you came up with it and that you stick to doing it.
Also, "artificial urgency" is superb.
ML
The Phillies might be bad but they're spanking my Nationals...have a great trip counselor.
Enjoy your trip... I just returned from a family vacation at Deep Creek Lake, and wish I could have stayed just a tad longer.
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