I showed up at the farm Friday afternoon. That night, Amity, Kip and I had a good time out in the barn playing darts, ping-pong, and guitar. We also drank a few beers.
I like this photo because it's motion-blurred, much like I was at the time.
I wound up walking a mile or two to get to bed that night, and I found that it's quite sobering to walk twenty eerily-silent minutes along a cold, dark road at midnight. Especially after watching enough X Files to be half-convinced of alien abduction.