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| The Halfway House. We took some side road in the middle of nowhere and drove around the woods for awhile. I wish I had more usable pictures from that, but mostly it was very bumpy: Glen's punishment for Brenda and me for telling him he was a chicken for not wanting to go woodsin'. He deliberately ran through a couple of very deep puddles and a very high speed (for the woods), which pretty much soaked me, in the backseat.
Brenda and I decided to pretend to be men, talking in deep voices, talking about things that men might talk about
(bodily functions and sex), which enraged Glen, for some reason, so we got it pretty bad at the next puddle.
Then Glen got out of the car and walked into the bushes and took a leak, laughing all the while, "I'd like to see you
men try to do THIS!"
As Glen was finishing up, a shirtless, helmetted guy rode up on his dirtbike, and told us that it was washed out ahead,
and he would recommend that we don't take the car any further down the "road."
We heeded his advice and wound up at Mayo's. This log cabin-style Irish establishment was in the process of renovating when we visited. They were removing the drop ceilings, which opened the place up quite a bit. The walls remained essentially as they always were: decorated with animal heads, hides and carcasses. Despite having furry death stare at you from every angle, the food was trendy: notably, lots of wraps. The bartender was very friendly, and the food was delicious. Even with all those eyes staring back at us.
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