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[nonionay]

Just got back from a magnificent weekend writing retreat on the coast. Loads of adventures. Pictures may be forthcoming.
In no particular order there were:

A vertical wall coated in sea anemones, sea stars, fish eggs, gooseneck barnacles and other stuff, all topped by a pair of bald eagles.

Caddis fly larvae.

Certain notorious personalities drawing on other notorious personalities' notorious underpants.

Surviving Aberdeen.

The Star Wars Store.

No internet for four days. When we got there, someone said, "Michael Jackson died," and we had no way to confirm if this was true or an internet rumor. For four days, he was Shroedinger's Jackson.

A bunch of people groping up a hill in darkness.

A broken couch/futon.

A highly scientific study to see if whipped cream applied to a nettle rash lessens swelling.

An incredibly ghetto Twinkie.

Comments

[spencimusprime.livejournal.com]

How did I miss the Twinkie?

[criada.livejournal.com]

Because it happened on the way home, when we stopped at Clayton Beach, and, desperate for a snack, San grabbed his can of whipped cream, and Keffy applied said whipped cream to a piece of bread, folded it over, and ate it. Voila! Ghetto Twinkie.

[renatus.livejournal.com]

I don't know if that really counts as ghetto--it elevates the twinkie concept to the level of 'made of real food'!