Finn fell in the river twice while exploring.  It scared me at first, but once I realized he wasn't going to drown, I was glad for it - it helped wash off the cow shit he'd rolled in immediately upon arriving at camp.

I'm filthy, but Jimi beat me to the shower so I'm patiently waiting my turn.  Might as well have a beer and post a blog while I wait, right?

We're going to Karen's tonight to carve pumpkins.  My first choice would be to sit here on my ass, doing laundry, catching up on the internet, and doing nothing in general.  But I should be social, and carving pumpkins sounds like a lot of fun, and I sure love toasted pumpkin seeds.

Shower's free...time to go wash my ass.