Well, she came back home to do stuff while I went on out to Wilderstead. I spent the next three and a half hours mending barbed wire fence up and down the side of the hill. I've got about a third of the whole fenceline done now. It was hot, tiring work, but very rewarding to get done. Last week I walked the whole fenceline, putting up new No Trespassing signs. Property lines are like broken windows in the city: if you neglect fixing them, you invite people to violate boundaries, and stuff gets worse.
At the end of the work, I was standing over the creek. The sky was a brilliant blue with puffy clouds and the sun was shining strongly. The creek was full of cold, rushing water. I was in the middle of nowhere. So I shucked my clothes and went and sat down on a rock in knee-deep water, then lay back and let the creek rush over my bod. Gloriosky! Ain't nothin' like it.
Then I got dressed, packed up, and returned to civilization. Walked the dog, petted the cat. We have a dinner gathering in a nearby town this evening. Oughta be fun.
Life is good.