I need to get me one of those tents for the next time I go camping!
The costumes there (for the most part) were pretty cool.
Dan and Shawn in the stocks. That'll teach them to argue with me!
After all was said and done, Shawn and I escaped and had a good beer and a smoke.
Then Shawn got a little bit too drunk and decided to join the local militia.
They decided to put him in charge of the artillery. Notice he's drinking on the job.
I offered to help but all I did was philosophise. I'm not even sure why they let me touch the thing.Then Dan got into the act yelling and screaming "when I was your age I used to use one of these things in the north against the injins!"
Well, that was kind of the last straw. When the Captain saw that Shawn was letting civilians mess with the artillery they threatened to put us in the stocks again. We decided to run instead. After dodging cannon fire for about an hour, we finally made it back to the Josh.
Well, that was our trip. After I patch the bullet holes and wash off the gunpowder I'll get to blogging again. Until then, please pray for me.