
Fried walleye lunch, the labor.

Fried walleye lunch, the outcome.

The Walla Walla onions from the garden. They're as big as softballs now.

Tomato's are pretty damn close to being done... I still can't believe how big these bitches got this year.

Sunset looking west out of Roberts / New Richmond on Saturday night at the hawaiian party.
I'll come up with something better later as time permits. For now, F the vikes. And buy this shirt or this shirt.
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