“What do you want to be when you grow up?” asked the mole?
“Kind,” said the boy.
– The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse
I’m still getting used to being around a lot of people again after my experience in Montana and North Dakota. So many random folks have been coming up to me though and wanting to chat that it’s making the transition back so much easier.
I went to a folk festival today that had no food trucks. I didn’t know such a thing existed and was horribly disappointed. Seriously, what the heck! The folk act that was playing when I was there seemed to be a bunch of kids singing 60s tunes, which was OK, but once I found there was no food. I hightailed it out of there.
I ended up with a beautiful tent site by Milakokia Lake with my own little private beach. The water was warm and clear and beautiful, with the sounds of loons at sunset. It was a great way to end the day.