Fixie Dave rolled in to town last evening at the tail end of Wes' 9th birthday party.
Yes, that's a hamburger cake. I've had my eye on it for a year now and was real interested to see what a cross section looked like.
The kids were all hopped up on party sugar, and Emma with a glo-stick magic wand in her hand casts a spell on Dave. While I don't recall her exact words, their meaning was crystal clear.
You have 7 weeks to find a girlfriend. If you don't you will be neutered!
Seriously, I'm not making this up. The pressure is on Dave!
Where does this little princess get this from anyway?
The weather has been bluebird for about a month now. Trails are in primo shape. Would you know it? Just in time for camp some moisture is blowing in. It doesn't look organized or widespread, more something to keep us all on our toes. Then again the last time Kerkove rode here there was a 20% chance of precip and we got the storm of the century. If it gets real wet this weekend it's on Jeff's head!