May 24--Mel Lindstrom, Hand Yanking Chain. His knuckles popped as he grasped the cold metal chain. It took all of his concentration to keep hold of it, not to slide back down the embankment. Keith was fuzzy on the details of how he had gotten down there but the crawling climb back up toward the road was crystal clear. His hands were bloodied and his shirt was in tatters from snagging on what had to be the world's thorniest underbrush. Thank god his jeans were thick and his boots were sturdy. He put his head down to rest now that he had a firm grip on the chain. As far as he could tell the chain was wrapped around the guardrail. He was content to hold onto it for as long as it took to get his strength back. Maybe when it got light he'd get himself up to the road and flag down some help.
Since it's kinda crummy outside I'm off to do some sewing and cutting. Hopefully the sunbonnet I make today fits LC and not her baby doll. Fingers crossed.
--Barbara
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Love that shy little violet peeking out. Our weather has been picture perfect all weekend. Art show downtown yesterday for Margaret and me. Perfect for strolling and we didn't buy a thing!!
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