This is the magical land of 1856 where we lived this past weekend.
This is the spot where the cooks prepared the most delish meals for more than fifty people.
Over an open fire no less. Be amazed and jealous all at once.
This is one of the 347 times I consumed giant pickles over the weekend.
Par-taay in the bell-aay.
This is the morning we woke after an unfortunate night of tent camping in the wind and rain.
We were some kind of wet-blanket-hoodie-jacket-puffy-hair heros.
This is The Boy I adore so much and The Belly that was really more Sarsaparilla and Rock Candy than Baby
- - -
Happy September 5th, Lovelies!!
And watch for more Log Village-ness coming soon. . .