Norwegian Death Metal….as muzak in the Icelandic grocery store!

How’s that for a little bit different?

Strangers in a strange land.

I’m PO’d (a little) this morning that someone mowed our field over at the property on Barber Rd….here in the States.

They don’t own that field! They shouldn’t mow it! No matter how much nicer it makes the rest of their yard look….they shouldn’t mow our land.

I need to fence the heck out of every square inch that WE OWN!!!

MINE!!!

What does that have to do with grand adventure?

Nothing.

That’s the answer….nothing.

Thoughts like that are the tether that keeps my kite from flying free.

Adventure doesn’t think about fences.

WE DON’T NEED NO STEENKING FENCES, MAN!!

(Unless some goofball won’t stop mowing at their own property line…)