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I’m into the third week of this running thing. Overall, it’s going well. And not just the kind of “I don’t feel like I’m going to die as quickly now as I did when I started” kind of well. It wasn’t much of a thought when I started, although I knew in the back of… Read More 17. fat guy.
I couldn’t have possibly had a better weekend. Thank you again to Mrs. Crappy and Em for sharing it with me.
Wooooo, another birthday, even in the woods. Thanks to Em, the baker (as well as the photographer), and Mrs. Crappy, her co-conspirator.
I can’t build a fire to save my life — and I’m choosing to blame soggy wood for that — but I am loving Ohiopyle tonight. (Soggy wood jokes? Really? C’mon, guys…)
I had to work on my birthday, so my annual stroll through McConnell’s Mill State Park was delayed until today. The extra day didn’t seem to matter much.
Uncle Crappy 