Woke up early for a ten mile ride in search of a cup of coffee. Stopped off at a diner that claimed to also be a pizzeria, which to a native New Yorker, is quite comical. Saw a lot of roadkill along the road including a decently sized Garter Snake. Also stopped off in a small cemetery that had some old and crumbling, fallen graves. A lot of the gravestones were from the 1800s and it seemed many of them died in infancy, or at least before they reached puberty.
After the ride the division ate breakfast, chopped wood, barbecued, played lacrosse, and sparred with boxing gloves. I skateboarded a little as well.
A hex sign I spotted on an abandoned building during my ride.
Friday evening fire and ritual over some new and freshly carved runes.
Home is wherever the hell I lay my head. Sometimes that happens to be the back of a rented SUV.
Saturday Evening. Each word, a Funeral. Embody Death. Let Hel have what is hers.
A big thank you to Will, Mac, Scardia, and Matt for coming out to our Moot, as well as Katie for taking some incredible pictures. Hail! 92.