Here's a shot of our first real stop in NC. After my car's drive shaft came apart like peanut brittle, we had to dump all our luggage and Mr. Chompers at the gas station and wait for my folks to come pick us up. Somehow, we managed to cram all this junk in a compact pickup.
Driving up in the dead of night, we were greeted by the cries of goats. Goats have always creeped me out, especially in pitch black darkness. This is Andy, who likes to butt anyone who isn't looking, and one of his many girlfriends.
Below we have a few shots of the grounds. It's amazing how peaceful it is, especially at night, unless someone approaches the house, at which point the aforementioned goats--along with dogs, chickens, roosters, ducks, geese, and turkeys--let the visitors have it. At about 3:30 in the morning, though, the roosters get bored and start crowing.
Below is a picture of Mr. Chompers and his new best friend Red Dog. I swear--despite the way it looks in the picture--we were not training them for pit fights. They actually got along famously, and they're only playing in this shot.
And finally (for now anyway) here's a picture of me looking rather militant. The gun was real, but I didn't have any bullets. Probably for the best ("You'll shoot your eye out!") but I would have loved to fire a few rounds.
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