It's 8:30 and I just finished helping my son dealing with a sewage flooded basement in his apartment. Other people's toilet sewage. I guess we've all been there, but . . .
Despite two scouting trips and looking forward to starting out with a group first thing, it's not going to happen. Discretion being the better part of old age, I'm beat and not going to contend with deer so that I can set up a tent at midnight.
I ought to arrive around 9-10 am and hope to have lunch with whoever is hanging around.