Mudfreckles

This comes from jumping over a creek over and over again, during a five hour bike trip. I jumped, too. We all did - Tim and I and the six of the seven kids we had today - everyone but Eva, who is just too much of a lady right now to jump over a creek.
Mehmet´s not a lady, either, and rode right into the creek, with his bike - and got up, all wet, and laughed about it, and happily rode home in his wet pants without complaining.

I might blog a little more about our ride tomorrow - one with 250 people, partly guided by the police - but for tonight, I´ll go smoke my last cigarette and send myself and my fictional characters to sleep :)