“Would you like to use my mallet?” She must have been watching us from her deluxe caravan tent, complete with rooms and windows and even a shower. She must have been watching as we broke an “unbreakable” water bottle pounding in the tent stakes of our tiny backpacking tents, unsuccessfully. “You have to tilt the pegsContinue reading “Finding Happiness in the Wombat Parade of Life”
Fireflies And Jars 