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With full awareness of the hour, Jay consumed an alcoholic beverage BEFORE NOON. Quaking in apprehension born of my Irish-Catholic childhood, I waited for the lightening strike, but nothing happened, and Jay survived. What happened to his immortal soul, I cannot say. And that's all the photos.
It's set up for entertainment on the deck.
This pleasant setting overlooked a deep drop-off between the covered patio and the rental cottages in the background.
The gas from the pumps in the background must be licensed Harley fuel 'cause it cost 20% more than nearby stations were charging.
This is Koyote Ranch, a campground and motorcycle stop 7 miles outside of Kerrville on Highway 16.
With full awareness of the hour, Jay consumed an alcoholic beverage BEFORE NOON. Quaking in apprehension born of my Irish-Catholic childhood, I waited for the lightening strike, but nothing happened, and Jay survived. What happened to his immortal soul, I cannot say. And that's all the photos.
With full awareness of the hour, Jay consumed an alcoholic beverage BEFORE NOON. Quaking in apprehension born of my Irish-Catholic childhood, I waited for the lightening strike, but nothing happened, and Jay survived. What happened to his immortal soul, I cannot say. And that's all the photos.
With full awareness of the hour, Jay consumed an alcoholic beverage BEFORE NOON. Quaking in apprehension born of my Irish-Catholic childhood, I waited for the lightening strike, but nothing happened, and Jay survived. What happened to his immortal soul, I cannot say. And that's all the photos.
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