and on the 7th day god created road trips

people forget how fuckin easy it is to go on a road trip. hell, even i forget. but a road trip is a beautiful thing. you can always rent a car if you don't have one. you can go alone or with others. you can ask friends for suggestions. and someone will usually come through with a connection to a perfect getaway that's basically free. c'mon it's the american way. it's like, fuckin writ into our constitution.

this time my friend chela came through with an invitation for us to stay in the perky 93-yr-old ms. cynthia williams' shack. we were told to arrive with some nice sherry, cynthia's beverage of choice.

this is the shack that cynthia built.



these are the chickens who laid the eggs we ate in the shack that cynthia built.



this is window by which we sat eating our eggs laid by the chickens outside of the shack that cynthia built.



this is the view of the water below the window by which we sat eating our eggs laid by the chickens outside of the shack that cynthia built.



these are the fellas trying to view the otters down in the water below the window by which we sat eating our eggs laid by the chickens outside of the shack that cynthia built.



these are the otters the fellas are trying to view down in the water below the window by which we sat eating our eggs laid by the chickens outside of the shack that cynthia built.



i can't see them either.