Last Week-In the Mountains

Verily, I didst mention in the last blog that I was in the mountains next week. Indeed ’twas near the top, in the lands where birds and other devices are cut off by gnomes who work in nearby caves and want no word of their deeds to get out. Even the Verizon Birds were unable to carry messages in those areas.

I was with my brother’s family in the land of the Creek of Christopher. We stayed in a nice cottage upon the creek. The cottage didst sport four bedchambers. It also had a lovely gazebo on the creek and a swing built to overlook it.

On the first full day, we didst quest for a nearby trail that appealed to families and was safe for children. Alas, we didst never find it. Instead, we made our way on an ancient, unused trail. We never did find out where it led to, for those nasty gnomes were about and the inability to send a bird for help didst make me nervous.

The next day, we journeyed to a nearby lake. ‘Twas picturesque and many were there, fishing and journeying upon the water. I rented a boat from a local merchant and took my nephews out upon the water. The oldest greatly enjoyed it, while the other two made me nervous by hanging off the side and wanting to play with the fish. ‘Twas more than a bit vexing. We dropped the younger two off and enjoyed the boat for an hour without them. Alas, I fell victim to the fact that my skin is like that of a beansidhe. The sun didst beat upon it and I ended up with a burn of the second degree upon my skin. ‘Twas worth it!

While it was worth it, we were far from any apothecary and I was in pain by the next day. I stayed in and rested, reading many great scrolls, while the others again searched for the lost trail. They still failed to find it, but came upon a fishmonger who showed them the sights. They returned and we went to dinner; excepting the night hag, of course. For her Cult of Vegan seems to forbid her from even going to a restaurant.

The restaurant was wonderful. They kept friendly gnomes and tree ents nearby. There was a notice not to feed the gnomes. I dined on crisp chicken salad. Alas, the waiter didst mistake me for my brother’s mother and that was disconcerting. Verily, there are but six years between us! The waiter also seemed to have to fight gnomes off frequently, which must be what caused him to take such long, tedious periods between the times he visited our table. That and the fact that the tavern was understaffed. Yet, their food was good.

The following day, we didst play games. My family is very aggressive in their game play and there were many fierce battles. I won but one.

The next day, I returned to the wastelands and was yelled at by my familiar for being gone so long.