Thu Jul 26, 2018 @ 10:49

Today was Surgeon's birthday in Etna, I made her a card in oil pastels of a sturgon fish, because I call her Sturge. After carrot cake milkshakes, Bang and I relaxed at the park where I was invited by a conservative Norman family to break bread. "You better have some cobbler," they said. I had ice cream and cobbler until they left, upon my return, others offered me cobbler which I brought to other hikers. Next was the brewery for Sturge's birthday celebration, where a band played some ol rock and roll. I danced with Thumb for a song, doing my best Charleston from pulp fiction. I suggested the distillery, and so we changed locations. I had the most phenomenal whiskey sour of my life while explaining American Ninja Warrior and learning how others reflect upon a year, and what it means to be more proud of whom you are now than who you were a year ago. I remarked, when asked, that I know not what my future will brinf, but I'm confident I now have to tools to be happy no matter my path. And so I lay in the city park, after a brief hangout with some folks, Including a particularity funny Aussie, eating that left over cobbler in my tent. How sweet it all tastes...