Back in a previous life we had what was known as The Rendezvous. This is where the wild backwoods folk and great plainsmen came on an annual pilgrimage to swap furs, lies, yarns of wild things encountered, boisterous hoopla, shooting contests, food, salt and necessities like lead and powder and to take a swig from a jug with one another before riding off as the same individuals full of freedom that they were when they rode in. No one asked for understanding. Things like that are unwritten truths between like minded people. It's a time to sit a bit and listen. To laugh. TO FEAST. Before we return to our own personal wild frontiers until the next rendezvous. Come as you are. Leave your everyday world for a brief visit. Recharge. Relax. Git outta my da♧◇♡♤ kitchen. Saddle up your ponies and ride like the wind.