Mud!

Tried to take a van into town today, was planning on running the five miles back to camp, but sadly weather conditions did not cooperate. It rained a lot more than I had realized last night, and dry dusty roads were transformed into nightmares of brown puddles and deep mud. I was piloting the van with all of the skill and excellence one might expect from the talented pillar of glory that is David Dentinger, when I came around a corner and observed Abigail Johnston (her backstory will be unveiled in an upcoming entry) spinning the wheels of the camp's F350. Her difficulties in the four wheel drive truck crippled my confidence in my driving arts, so I made a speedy retreat back to camp, although I will say the quarter mile of driving in reverse on island roads was a very nice piece of vehicle operation. If you'd seen it you would have been impressed. The van had been meant to transport a new crew of volunteers and some staff returning from time off, including the infamous womanizer Jimmy Kirkham, but the depth of mud proved too much for even the F350. And so it was that Becky summoned a shoreboat and saved the day.

Also I watched Season of the Witch. Was not impressed.