An occasional look at the West, wild and otherwise, in fiction and nonfiction, comics, moving pictures, radio, music, and in ways yet determined or created. Caveat lector: Irregular postings from The Woodstove Whittlers and Wrangling Association may include a tall tale whose veracity may be difficult to ascertain, but whose sincerity should never be doubted. This blog may go on unexpected hiatus due to natural disasters, stampedes, seasonal roundups, or spontaneous potluck suppers. (Oh, and everything here is copyright Duane Spurlock unless otherwise noted.)
I'm at Boy Scout Summer Camp this week with 21 boys. Here's the view from the dining hall.
We had a ten-minute downpour Sunday afternoon; otherwise, the weather's been great: mid-90s, with humidity only around 50-60%, and a nice breeze all day long. Nice sleeping weather at night. But some folks have complained that one whippoorwill has been trilling through its notes after midnight at warp speed. Ah, nature.