In the time of plague the trail crew gathers around 3 for a beer.  Everyone sits fifteen feet apart. We all catch up on the days activities. Yesterday we moved Dave's camper out of the campground.  Dave was a hard working member of our trail crew that died from a fall off a ladder about a month ago.  Very sad to see the last remnants of Dave's existence pull away. 

Matt, our young Forest Service supervisor pulled up on his old beater motorcycle.  Bill sold him an old Honda for three hundred bucks.  Matt was very excited about going for a ride so Kadizzle hopped on his Yamaha and off we went.  Kadizzle had no idea of Matt's skill level.  Kadizzle contemplated taking Matt up a fun steep hill, and then thought maybe not.  However, Kadizzle did head down a technical road with Matt.  Not such a good idea.  Matt crashed and broke his clutch handle.  This meant we had to get the cycle started and moving with no clutch.  We finally managed.  Kadizzle should be smarter about taking novice riders out into the wilderness.  Brooksie went off the road on a pretty good crash when Kadizzle took her up the mountain. 

So far looks like a wonderful sunny day.  The Kadizzles start almost every day with a call from our youngest daughter Megan.  Megan is such a good mom.  Megan loves playing with Evie, and Quinn her two little guys.  Megan made Evie a cardboard Evie.  The cardboard Evie does everything the real Evie does.  So this morning when Evie had to sit on the toilet so did cardboard Evie.  Megan always loved playing with her little dolls and characters.  Having a real little character that talks, walks, and dances is just too much fun for Megan.  Grandpa cannot wait until Quinn is two and moving about, talking, and entertaining us.  The trick is to stay alive and enjoy watching these kids grow.