Two weeks ago some of the Rochesters took to the road to go to Brushwood before it becomes snowy. I stopped along the way and bought a car, which was rather funny because my sweet VW was packed with camping gear that I had to transfer to the new car. I will miss the Jetta, but not paying to have it fixed.

There was NO ONE at Brushwood, the bored girl at the registration desk looked annoyed that she had to stop smoking and check us in. Jarrett had never been camping before so this was a beautiful place to start! We gathered together to say goodbye as it was the anniversary of Chopstix leaving and so Marc and Holly bought luminaries to set off to remember all of the lost people from this year. It was a lovely send-off, Chopstix' lantern didn't follow the same trajectory as the others and it also hung mysteriously in the air longer than the others without moving. so that was sweet.


Jarrett set off his lantern for his friend Derrick


Holly bought us all bracelets


The weather was beautiful and it was perfect for sunning and swimming and sunning and swimming, the eternal cycle that i love best. i also love not wearing clothing EVER. There were no children in the pool, no people except a few stragglers (i.e. the old people who pay to visit for the day and be nude)

Somehow, Jarrett got into the sugar patch and it really coursed through his veins like pure cocaine. He flipped out and was jumping up and down, dancing on a stump, breaking logs and accidentally smashing a clown.

That place is magical, I thank Casey for inviting me there for the first time. I love it so very much.