My pleasure, Ben.
Having achieved my power washing badge last year and my Rambo power blowing one earlier this visit, I was looking forward with keen anticipation to completing the set with the much coveted mini-tractor lawn-mowing badge.
Alas, Cathy felt unable to award me this one as I got stuck going up a ridiculously small hill. She said I wasn't using enough power and had selected the wrong gear. I think the witch put a hex on the thing.
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I had a few other memorable firsts, though - my first tree blocking our path in the middle of the night, which required reversing some distance before detouring for miles - this amazing (to a city boy) event allowed me to make my first ever 911 call! I also (out of desperation) paid $3.60 for a packet of cigarette papers that would cost less than a dollar at home.
Tomorrow's mild, sunny weather will ensure that I finally get to experience the great river adventure that I've heard about for two years now - miles upstream by boat to a small island with a cabin lacking all mod cons. Pics to follow.
Finally, a short comment on the lane discipline of most drivers once they hit an interstate - execrable, grossly stupid, utterly unbelievable to a European driver - while at the same time I found most driver's behavior on minor roads or at four-way stops signs to be admirable. A bizarre contrast.
edit - how could I have forgotten my gold star for tending a log fire above and beyond the call of duty? I was really pleased about that, since we ain't got no fireplaces where I come from and my previous encounter with an open fireplace was about 35 years ago. I done good.
RIP Iron Man
Rock On and keep the Faith