Wayne Gray

Thanks, Chris. I love this one quite a bit. It can give readers a little whiplash, as there are so many issues that are tackled... but that's the nature of the tale.

It was May 11th, a Friday. Greg waited for Clay and Mason in the tiny airport lobby in Crescent City, California. It was around two p.m. and a steady, heavy mist fell from the sky. Greg had already put in almost eight hours of work on the campground and Cabin Two today. But that didn't diminish his excitement at all. He was still dressed in his work clothes - sturdy canvas brown Docker pants, black work boots, and a green checked flannel shirt. His hands were a little dirty and he smelled a

Thanks! Yeah, it felt like it was time. I’ve got a couple of chapters to go on Silverwolf, then after that I’ll be able to really focus on making Camp Refuge the best that it can be.

The people who went along on the trip are already asking when the next one will be. So, I think our late night dip into the lake was not too harmful to the overall experience. We took to calling that place where we were moored "Thunder Cove of Death". Though, no death happened, we know it was hungry for it. What's truly hilarious is the next day we saw someone else moored there. After about an hour, we heard a panicked voice. "Hey! One of the lines came loose!" We all cackled as they scrambled around trying to get a new mooring established. It was nice to know that it wasn't just us. Thanks, Reader. Yes, it was a great time.

Friday, April 19, (Full Moon) Wolfgang frowned at Jed. "Are you sure it'll be safe?" He shivered a little. "The beast can be really, ah..." He searched for the right word. "Well, like an animal." They sat outside on the patio of a local bar called North of Fourth. It was late afternoon and the sun had managed to struggle its way through the typical fog. The men were enjoying the warmth of the springtime rays. Jed's fingers rubbed the outside of his pint glass. They had only just sat

Thanks, Thorn. It was a fantastic time. The storm was wild. It didn’t last long, but it certainly left an impression.

Thanks, rick. It was absolutely a great time. I recommend it to everybody.

We’re now on the road, headed back from our house-boating vacation. The first thing we did was load everything onboard, then we got a crash course on not crashing the boat. After our thirty-minute briefing, we pulled away from the dock and onto the open water of Shasta Lake. Our only goal was to have a good time. To that end, we tooled along on the beautiful and sunny lake until we found a safe, secluded little inlet. We docked by motoring slowly forward and gently kissing the shore. Then a couple of us jumped out and pounded a pair of long metal stakes firmly into the clay and rock, then we roped off to the stakes. Once safely moored, it was party-time. We drank, prepared food, swam, kayaked, and floated on various devices. This pattern held for three days, and all was great. Last night was our final one on the boat. We found a new spot, and I noticed that our stakes were moving a bit. We did our best with the rocky shore, and at last we went to bed. I woke at 2 a.m. because the boat was rocking side to side kinda hard. There was a massive thunderstorm over us, and wind, water, lightning and great peals of thunder all served to announce the inclement weather. I got up, and one stake had pulled completely free of the shore. We were drifting toward the rocks, sideways. We go rushing out. My buddy, Craig had the freed metal spike and a hammer. “God, this is so dumb!” He yelled, and jumped into the water while lightning streaked across the sky overhead. I agreed, and jumped in to help. While I’m pulling as hard as I can on the mooring rope to straighten the boat, Craig hammers away. Finally, the spike is in and I’ve managed to turn the watercraft enough to avoid catastrophe. We wrap the rope to the spike. At last, dripping wet and scraped from the rocks, we wearily reentered the boat. After a toweling off and some first-aid we went to bed. Luckily there were no more such events. The late-night unexpectedness was exciting, and we all still had fun. If nothing else, I’ll never forget this trip.

Absolutely worth the time. 😊

Great chapter, tim. I love the conflict in Stravor and Keter both. It has to end somehow... and I’m eager to see where they end up.

Thanks! I have so far. 🛶🍷🥃🍺

Thanks for commenting, Reader. You work in the field, so you know. Bills from healthcare suck. Bills from stuff we need to live... that is something I despise. We all just do what we can.

Thank you. Though, honestly this would not have been a blog entry without the sidewalk message. Helping with these problems is what I do. It’s not exactly my job, not really. I could have bounced this guy to our Member Services dept to get some help. But that sucks. I could help, and I did. That’s all. ❤️

On the lower deck of a houseboat. Topside, a guitar plays and the happy voice of my husband speaks while talented friends make music. It’s good. People are having a great time, and it’s good. Almost bedtime for me. Goodnight, DiC.

I’m currently on a houseboat with barely any reception and three gin drinks down my gullet. But... on the off chance this gets through, thanks for reading and commenting. And I hope to keep you... I was gonna say entertained, but really I want engagement with their lives. Yeah. That’s what I want. I'm gonna get another drink.

FYI strawbale performs incredibly well under seismic stress. It’s the rubble-trench foundation that’s less optimal in earthquake country.

Yup. I spent a long while trying to write a final chapter for it and nothing came to me. But I know what I’m gonna write now. 😊

Thanks, molly. Same here. It’s fun to reread, tinker, and make each chapter a little better than it used to be.

I’ll have you know, whiskey makes an appearance too. 😜 Thanks for reading and commenting, tim!

I’m glad you’re interested so far, Jeffrey. Greg is a character close to my heart, and we share a few dreams. The idea to set a story this way was probably the best I’ve had. There are many tales possible, and we’re going to get to read a few of those. Thanks for reading and commenting!

Thanks, James. This is the one where I really found my voice and style. I hope you enjoy it.

Thanks, Fae. It’ll be a bit updated and more polished. That’s the nice thing about posting after a story is completed!

Thanks, Chris. Yeah. Good Things ARE coming! 🙂

Thanks, Def. Me too. 🙂

Thank you, molly. I'm glad you're with your family right now. *hugs*