24 Hours

On Thursday, we had a beef fest at a dual birthday party for Barb and Robin. Three locally sourced tomahawk steaks later, we waddled off to Jacksonville.

At the Britt festival, they were showing a classic film with a proper orchestra. Our own Death Star menacingly rises behind the stage. 

Early the next morning we took off o Fish Lake for a weekly paddle. Incredibly full and for once, a lack of wind made for a relaxing day on the water.