Dave’s camp coordinates should lead you to my 1982 grenade with a pig party sign in the windshield. Perfect cool temp and crisp forest smell up here tonight. We’ll see how it smells after all the pigs arrive.
I'm at camp waiting for the group. We couldn't do today's trail ride, fried clutch disc. The adventure continues with the fix. Standby for more. There's a lot of good stories to be told
Black bear just walked through our camp, not going to lie...