I’m kind of bummed that it took me this long to realize that Mt. Rushmore is a whiskered cliff. Of course the mustached likeness of Theodore Roosevelt was carved into the granite cliff that is now known as Mount Rushmore
My number one concern for most of adult life has been making sure I have a roof over my head when it’s time to go to sleep, and still I’ve been tricked into camping this weekend. If it’s good enough for Ron, I can give it a go. I’m not sure if I am prepared, but I have a flannel shirt on so I’ve got that going for me. Enjoy your weekend!