blue ridge parkway, north carolina: kitty's first-ever night camping

the boze was a veteran camper by month six; the crone, conversely, has kept lonely vigil whilst the bear, the princess, and I adventured the hell out of the pacific northwest.

leaving her with friends indefinitely would've consigned her to heartbreak and a lonely death; better to risk death by predator on the road with her beloved maitreyapunk than death in some vet's office chaperoned by a well-meaning stranger.

hey. that's our tent.

hey. that's our tent.

the boze, with leg

the boze, with leg

the crone, immobilized by the power of 'harness,' glares spiteful daggers at the boze, whom is surely to blame for the indignation of this 'camping' horseshit

the crone, immobilized by the power of 'harness,' glares spiteful daggers at the boze, whom is surely to blame for the indignation of this 'camping' horseshit

reconsidering

reconsidering

yeah, this isn't so bad

yeah, this isn't so bad