Steamy Saturday

It's been so hot and rainy this summer, that we haven't gone to Tree-Ring as much as we'd like, but we finally made it last weekend.  

We picked up the Polaris at the Storage Unit we rented near Tree-Ring.  We decided to store it since we really don't have room for it and the trailer at the City House, and it would pay for itself not having to drag them both 5 hours round trip.  Hopefully we'll get a barn next year.

It seemed sad and angry, and wanted to come out and play.

Retro Man pushed it out, and then went to start it.

In true Tree-Ring style, it wouldn't start, and was completely dead.

Retro Man had to recharge the battery, give a little thingy the Russian Fix (hit it on the side with a wrench), and put ANOTHER hose in the gas tank because it fell in again.

I guess it really was mad at us.  Fortunately that didn't take too long, and we set off. 

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Once at Tree-Ring, Retro Man took his machete and continued to blaze a trail where we left off last time.

It was overcast and started to rain and was rather refreshing.

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We made it to the back end of the property and tried to find a property marker with our metal detector.

We tried to use the GPS unit to approximate where to look, but no such luck.  Every 5 minutes our location changed according to the GPS so that we never really knew where we were relative to the marker.  It think it has trouble under trees and with cloud cover.

After a couple hours of trail blazing, we decided to head back for the last chore of the day.  Weed wacking.

But not this pretty thing.

We were winding up a pretty relaxing, fun day, when this leapt out of the weeds and onto the tarp covering the pop up.

That thing was nearly 3 inches long.  Retro Man swore it tried to attack him.

I was looking forward to camping in the Fall, but to be honest, I'm a little worried about sleeping with this thing around.