Thought I'd visit some friends who I expected to find at French Creek State Park. Took the van, and expected drinking around a fire. It was a little bit rainy and a little bit chilly. Sweatshirt / hat weather. I felt confident of successful fun. They were headed out by bicycle, so I wondered how damp they got.
It turns out not too damp. They headed back home after about half the ride. I poked around a couple campsites after dark, and even made my patented pigeon-call noise at the wrong folks in the woods.
Failing that, I drove all the way to Kristin's, which in my book was about as good, but actually probably better. I drove the van a lot and listened to The Knife and many others.
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