"All I Saw Was an Angry Sea of Black and Yellow"

Dan and I went for a walking tour of his town that ended in him being stung five times by wasps.

We saw a nice little scrapbooking shop and I have some pictures of hot bisque on bisque action and a bell smithed by the Paul Revere that still rings today. I ambled down an untrafficked hill to get a nice shot from the shore of a bucolic lake, and when Dan followed, he wound up surrounded by wasps that did not care in the slightest for him, his deodorant, or the smell of his sweat.

Our trip was thus very brief: 1.87 miles round trip as we proceeded immediately back to his place to remove stingers and apply antihistamines.