When my friend Waterman JP texted me to say he wanted to show me some new and unusual places that required boots to get to, I knew then and there that there was potential for
So I donned my zebra print boots purchased on clearance
I would show a picture of the zebra print boots except they're still in the car. By the way, so are the beach chairs I took on vacation last July. I just haven't gotten around to moving them yet. I have my priorities. How much do you want to bet those zebra print boots stay in the back of the car until
JP drove me to Bethel Beach, which of course I've visited millions of times. He pulled over at a spot I was familiar with because there's an old shed back there that I check on now and then.
Just to make sure it's OK.
But where he was taking me was further back off the road.
And required boots to get to.
Zebra print boots were not necessary, any color will do, but they certainly make trouncing through
(Pardon CBW --who has not purchased new clothes for herself in years--as she howls with laughter at the thought of being a slave to fashion.)
A barn in the middle of a
It's important for me to mention that JP belongs to a hunt club which rents this land, therefore to the best of my knowledge we were not trespassing.
One in our midst is, however, guilty of wearing zebra print rubber boots that are still in the back of her car.
Stay tuned for a few more photos from this excursion.
No zebras were harmed in the making of