Truly don't blame ya a bit with the ticks, this is probably the first summer not knowingly having one on me,, and why do you think they end up on you neck and never felt the hour it takes to get there?? Well I discovered the secrete by accident weed whipping industrial nonsense behind the neighbors barn one late afternoon, and the sun setting just right it happened,. as I stepped back
one or two step,, there the bugger was in full attack mode and just missed me as he sailed by.. Yes, sailed by in hover mode from above me out of a tree. With his feet stretched out like a electric drone mode 6 motor type. So if anyone ever says they don't fly,, well there you have it. They are not just down in the grass,,, well maybe after failed attempts at ambush...
Ashland really is a unique pit stop,, with that colorful mansion up high on the hill top. Good Couple of friends of,mine live on the island year round.
One teaches everything about sailing
on one very large sailboat for full crew. The other is concert band promoter the last 45 years. So I end up staying at his cabin, or out on the bluff camping,, with ocean view.
Then of course Burned Down Tom's cafe,, a must see the first stop, all open air, and when chilly,. wood fire boxes every ten feet.
I never did make it out with the crew to the ice cave,, it melted early on us that spring.
One guy on the island is a famous coffee guy roasting ovens, the works. Have to admit,, it's a fun tour and many fly in, with their bike strapped under aircraft. The ferry ride across is epic view entire way.
Cheers