Playing along with Tess's blog, here's a snippet of my WIP..
After watching her dig in silence for a while, I realized two things. One, that red dirt was some of the hardest stuff I’d ever seen in my life. And two, Claudia had something in the pocket of her coat. Something she kept checking on.
After watching her dig in silence for a while, I realized two things. One, that red dirt was some of the hardest stuff I’d ever seen in my life. And two, Claudia had something in the pocket of her coat. Something she kept checking on.
“You want me to dig for a while?” I asked.
She shrugged and handed me the shovel. “I reckon if you’re gonna stand there, you might as well be useful.”
I took my place at the hole, stood hard on the shovel. It snapped back and hit me in the chest.
Claudia snorted. “Nice move, Poindexter.”
I tried again, stamping with just one foot and keeping the shovel well away from me. My shoulder muscles screamed but the shovel barely sank. I’d never dug a hole before; it looked so easy on TV.
“So, what’s in your pocket?” I asked.
Claudia’s head snapped up. “Who said there’s anything in my pocket?”
I didn’t look at her. “You keep checking it, whatever it is. I figure it must be important.” Another thought crossed my mind. “And, I figure you plan to bury it in this hole.”
.
She didn’t say anything for a while. Then she sighed. “Ok, Mr. Smartypants. Have it your way.” She pulled an Altoid tin out of her pocket and waved it under my nose. “This…” She paused and glanced around. “This is, like, my most bitchin’est thing in the whole world.”
I nodded. “Breath mints. Very cool.”
“No dufus.” She leaned close and I caught the scent of strawberries. “A book.”



I got mail! From the UK, no less!! 
Can you see it? It's like chocolate phyllo. Tiny, thin layers of chocolate in tinsy folds. It's almost more air than chocolate. Mmm. Who's had a Flake before?
We tried to hike to Wees Bar yesterday. It's a large area of melon boulders that have pictographs carved onto them by prehistoric tribes. Unfortunately, the access bridge across the river was closed
The Boy and hubby descending the ladder.
The only known entrance accesses a part that stretches about 1/4 mile to the south...which was plenty far enough for ME to be hiking in complete darkness, stooping and crawling through jagged rock, knowing I had 'x' metric tons of rock above me, just waiting for the next earthquake. I didn't realize I was a little claustrophobic until I was creeping through a 4' diameter hole, fifty feet undergroud and four hundred yards from the only exit. The Boy had no issues at all.
Sadly, lots of graffitti.










