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Friday, August 19, 2005

Gone fishin' 

This is where I'll be for the next couple of weeks. I will probably post most every day while on vacation, because blogging relaxes me. Unfortunately, though, my web access up here (north of Tupper Lake, New York) is dial-up so my blog reading will decline significantly. This is all to explain in advance why my posts will seem strangely disconnected from the blogosphere chatter, at least until the Friday before Labor Day when we return.


The 'Villain and Cardinalpark, of course, will also post as the spirit moves them.

4 Comments:

By Blogger Sluggo, at Fri Aug 19, 12:05:00 PM:

Upper Tupper Lake.

I know that's not where you are. I just like saying it.

Have a wonderful time. We're heading for the Poconos next week.  

By Anonymous Jim - PRS, at Fri Aug 19, 03:29:00 PM:

Have a great and restful trip. Looks likes it's long on "rustic," so "restful" seems like a real possibility.  

By Blogger Dymphna, at Tue Aug 23, 02:00:00 PM:

Aww...poor guy with the dial-up. Here in the Middle of Nowhere (the place that makes Charlottesvillain's heart sing) we who do not live near the Courthouse, where the feds installed broadband for us rustic types, we must deal with dribbly dial-up every day. It says it's running at 26.4 but that's a big lie.

Just so you know the sacrifices I make to come over here and read you guys.

As for rustic being restful...discretion is the better part of valor here. Let's say you learn how to make your own latte. It has that advantage.

That lodge looks wonderful, but "rustic" is pushing the envelope of that definiiton.

A doublewide where they cut all the trees down, now that's rustic. What I can't figure out is why cut down all the trees???  

By Blogger Charlottesvillain, at Tue Aug 23, 08:35:00 PM:

Ha ha! Dymphna, I enjoyed your latte crack last week, even though it was aimed at black coffee drinking me. Now perhaps you have a hangup, or maybe you just know the proprietor well. TH has probably resorted to buying the bottled Starbucks gook off the shelves of the local Tops market.

As for rustic, the camp (what we call 'em up there) has most of the essential comforts (although I ban tv when I'm there) but it is in a wild place. You could walk three miles into the woods and disappear forever.  

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