For Thanking and Giving, we travelled away. The Away was Marathon, Texas, and Big Bend.
We encountered Disney Channel on our television.
We encountered some thing called Jessie. That show.
Never watch it please. It is yuck.
We stayed in little adobe cowboy homes. We sat on coolers which we promptly fell off of and now I have scabs on my knees. We ate stuffing. And stuff. And Gus stabbed a carrot with a steak knife and proceeded to rub it in everyone's mashed potatoes and turkey and sparkling cider and anchovies and we all bit her. Gus was loved muchly for all of her efforts to have sharing 'round the table! While wearing fancy dresses. Actually, young Teo, Ole Gavriel ,and the brother of me (Rat), Felix, did not wear dresses, much to our disability. And death.
I salted my brother's sparkling cider. Bother. I salted the mountains also as well.
Then we went climbing on stuff. Then we were on top of a mountain ha. We sat on the two types of rocks: saddle and pudding. Ah yessy!
Here are our late-ish fall-like photographs, in the blessed landscape of Marathon, Texas.
We went prancing in Alpine, where we had delightful goat's milk and caramel wafer like objects, from a raspa company called Murphy St. Raspa Co. which is a delightful Murphy St. Raspa Co. It is probably a nicer Murphy St. Raspa Co. than that other Murphy St. Raspa Co.
We also bought and read aloud a strange children's novel called Mariah Loves Rock! It was detestable to be around it. The book. Boog.
That is correct, good bye! Have Bar Ge.