Iowabow (master knapper of the rare white crapite stone), Isaac, and I rolled out Sunday morning about 11:00. My heart was awfully darn heavy. The only thing that has lifted it when I got home today was having to gut rats/mice, scrape bird poop, and get back to work with the birds of prey. I don't think they noticed I was gone (Thanks Maggie for carrying all the heavy work yet again while I go play. You are a best friend, no doubt.)
As I left Iowabow's place Monday morning I shoved Will Harrison's cd in the player and it only came out to replace it with his e.p. cd.
To Pappy and the rest of that incredible league of veritable heroes and gentlemen known as the Twin Oaks Archery Club, my most heartfelt gratitude. One would never know I was a Northerner by the way I was treated.
To everyone I met, I wish we had been able to spend more time together. Thank you.
Long ago I said Twin Oaks was my favorite place I had never been. I can't say that anymore. Now it's just my favorite place.