Well, two days down as campground security...and final day of moving, gad I hate moving. Strong word I know, but when your moving from the city into the woods and all you have is a small popup and a big ole tent...and a tiny little car, moving gets old real fast. The security gig is pretty awesome so far...even comes with option of company vehicle, between a lil pickup, a mule, or a golf cart...I have a feeling me and the golf cart are gonna become quite familiar with each other.
Big difference out here in the woods...takes me back to the good ole days as a care free child just spending the days killing time with my lil bro hunting salamanders and frogs. The gremlin has taking a liking to the frogs out here chasing them around the campsite, a poor lil froggy even jumped into the fire pit as i was getting it going...luckily he jumped into a log that hadn't been engulfed in flame just yet and escaped with a tiny amber on his head, I'm sure it hurt but at least I didn't have to google how to cook up some frog legs...which I heard tastes like chicken, maybe we shall find out this summer.
