Rite Of Passage

In every girl’s life there comes a time when she must grab the hand of a good friend and force her to drive out to western Jersey/eastern PA to climb over a field of rocks that ‘ring’ when hit by the hammer end of a 5 in 1 tool her father gave her the day she moved out of the house.

My time was last Saturday. With wonderturtle.

And it was delightful.