Camp

Next week is our the second of our twice yearly trips to camp in Maine. Its a camp, not a cottage you pilate. Cottages are things useless rich simps have a the seaside. They go there to complain about it being too "rustic" because there isn't cable tv or the cable doesn't have enough channels and they might miss out on finding out who Paris' new BFF is...
Its a camp, its 16'x24', all one room. Heat comes from a woodstove light is from propane lamps. When its real cold you huddle down in your sleeping bag and pretend you're dead hoping somebody else will get up and stoke the fire...
We don't have any real plans for this trip, usually we'll be planting trees or have some major improvement project but this year is pretty much open. I'm going to take this time to work on Dad's swamp buggy. Dad built the swamp buggy in the '60s, used it for awhile but had trouble with the exhaust. This was back in the day before just about any shop could custom bend you an exhaust pipe. So it sat in the barn for years. When Uncle Reg moved he took it with him and so its sat out for ~20 years now. The engine is stuck but considering it was covered I'm fairly confident we'll get it going again without too much trouble... Good fun.