The Perfect Writing Spot, or: Mules, Spring Shelters, and Space Opera

[ozma914]

While walking back to the Spring Shelter at Pokagon State Park, I encountered my wife with a fella named Fred. Good thing too, because I would have made a wrong turn if she hadn't pointed the way, and the right way was still a half mile hike. Fred is the saddle barn's only mule:

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[cornerofmadness]

Rain aside, it still looks like a nice place to write.

[ozma914]

It really is ... in the right weather.

[cornerofmadness]

And weather is such a fickle thing