Purls of Wisdom

Peals of laughter, screeches of joy, biker gangs (the type with playing cards clothes-pinned to their spokes) roaming enthusiastically … the campground was abuzz with activity. It was actually refreshing as, so far in our journey, most campgrounds have been relatively quiet. All was well until the little outlaws decided to invade our site. Kaia was not impressed, and neither was I.