As for now, my dear husband is going to lead me to the van, hitch up the trailer behind, and drive to the northwoods of Wisconsin (to the boonies). There we will meet friends and spend four days playing dress up as Bearded Eagle and SingingOwl, enjoy the silence of relative wilderness, look at stars with our telescope, cook and eat and share great food, worship outside, shoot guns and arrows, throw knives and tomahawks, read, rest, and converse around the campfire. I hope this man and his friends will be there. He did not show up last year, and I kind of worried about him. It is the same location.
No phone. No television. No fax machine. No computer.