honeymoon

I'm celebrating the longest day of the year today. Sunrise: 5:11. Sunset: 9:10. That's for us folks up in the north country, anyway. A cool tidbit about the term "honeymoon": pagans called the midsummer moon the honeymoon because of all the fermented honey mead they drank during summer solstice wedding festivities. So there you have it. Love. And the moon. They are linked, you know.

A bunch of pagans at Mark's birthday BBQ. A bit of a dude-BQ.

Hood River on Sunday. Yes. The sun was shining.

I always feel like I'm way higher in the air on these and looking way cooler. And then, there it is—the truth.