March exercise—day twelve— The Graybeard Prospector combed his hair with a wagon wheel and grabbed the Medicine Woman for a productive “Business Over Coffee.” Looks like the two hit it off well with The Texan and his Saddle Lady during a fun, informative breakfast, even if they didn’t break camp with that sack o’ gold— dangit!
Today’s sight bite— A white blanket on the driveway, tinted to an odd warmth by street lamps —c-l-i-c-k— just the kind of olden-times “pack snow” sure to gladden the heart of a young fort designer.
Tomorrow— A scheduled late alarm to cure the deprivation…