Frog Hunting

I wrote a big ol' blog a few days ago - it was deep - real deep.

So, when I tried to publish, it disappeared. So here goes another
practice run - the tradition of this blog is just trying to figure out
how the heck to do the simple stuff.

The ground surrounding the lake we camped at this weekend was covered
in frogs. Clara held at least 4 in her hand at a time. I think there was
some suffering involved, but Jake made me hold my tongue and let her do her thing. He doesn't want her to be a woose like me.