It’s happening

I don’t want to make too much of this, but the magic is happening, even in the early part of the week where it’s usually very quiet.

Today Andy drive his X down to town for mechanical bits and spares real early, and came back with a lot of good parts that might be game changers for the ‘77. Pierre took the Subaru into town to visit some friends, pick up some groceries and also essential bodily fluids for the ‘77.

Dan Loomis and I went over to the BLM to sight in a rifle, and while we were getting that handled Robin and his friend Maggie went to Lake of the Woods in Andy’s X.

While I was making lunch, one of the very tame deer that live around here visited us, and I had a chance to hand-feed her a little bit of bread. It was a great experience, the deer up here behave like skinny tall dogs and it is a lot of fun.

Trey and Heather arrived midafternoon, looking sharp in their 124, and then Greg Smith and cool dog Obi in a white Scorpion, none the worse for wear despite a rough trip from Portland.

Obi is adorable, and also a kisser…

I always stay up late and have trouble sleeping around this event, because the time is so special for me. I’m working on the site from my iPad in the kitchen of Apserkaha late at night, because there is more light in here than my cabin and I have successfully killed all the bugs in here that are actionable.

I love coming up to this event because all my favorite people are here, and it’s a very beautiful place to be. The silence at night is about deafening.

Tomorrow morning we start trying to figure out why the brake pedal on the ‘77 124 is so variable, and always low. The car runs and stops, but there’s something not quite right yet.

I think/hope there’s a bit of air left in the system that I was not able to bleed out, and I’m also confident that we have the right people here to figure it out.