Most of us escaped unscathed but I was stung in the ear (ouch!) and the shoulder. We decided that discretion was the better part of valour and moved ahead a bit. We'll give the wasps a week to relocate. If they don't decamp, we'll serve them with a more forceful eviction notice.
Not ten meters past the nest, we discovered that we'd routed the trail through a patch of poison ivy. Luckily, I'm not particularly sensitive to it so I was able to clear it out and get things moving again. Never the less, we were getting the sense that the forest might be trying to tell us something...
I'm a big fan of before and after pictures. You'll remember from last week that we stopped here:
End of the road |
That there's a trail! |
We also popped into Dyment's farm market for some corn and peaches. Nothing says summer like Dyment's corn! Yum!
Toy tractor inspector hard at work |
No comments:
Post a Comment