My ratty ass tent next to the concrete ball. Me in the chair?
Friday, January 6, 2012
I tied off to that big concrete ball
In the 50 mph winds that blew our kitchen away. Little tents were blowing by like tumbleweeds. At one point I was literally 'holding down the fort'. Boots in one corner, other stuff in the other 3. Ah, good times.
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