Well, it’s come to it – rafting. Yes, that time of year where mine and Les’ brother takes it upon himself to more or less organize (it’s partially free-form) a rafting outing to Ohiopyle / Youghiogheny River (pronounced yock-a-gain-ee though you wouldn’t guess it). It’s inevitably a fun outing, but it’s time and money consuming… The one serious problem with car camping is that you inevitably bring EVERYTHING you could possibly consider doing during your time there, and you preemptively buy enough food to feed a small village in Cambodia for that time.

And then there’s the case of beer for me, and the case of beer for my beloved just in case we decide to test the boundaries of alcohol poisoning during those two days. [For the record, the beer selection is split cases of Yuengling, a favorite local lager among Pennsylvanians, Corona, the wondrous brew from Mexico, and a few bottles of Yards IPA for a trial tasting.]

Anyway, to make a long ramble slightly shorter, I’ll be out in the quasi-wilderness surrounding Ohiopyle (it’s not state-land so the booze is legal) where the graces of electronic devices are but a dream in the mind of a digital junkie. Consequently, I will be prohibited from updating the site by the lack of a generator, swarms of raccoons, and roaming bands of West Virginians. I know, it’s tragic, but please don’t despair! Assuming I’m not drowned, mauled by bears, alcohol poisoned, or otherwise rendered incapable I will be back on Monday with more sound elixirs for you to mull over.

Until then!