Red Rover, Red Rover

[wovenoak]

Red Rover, Red Rover, let the McBrides come over.

We've heard you screaming our name from your line there on the other side and we are ready to start running that direction, full bore, so hold tight.

My man and I are Burn Newblets. We live in the forest in Oregon in between Corvallis and Newport. We would love to meet up with some enterprising individual, or individuals who want to help us fix up our 70s RV and get it Playa-tastic. If you have mechanical magic, we could sure use it. In my fantasty, you are willing to come to my wooded sanctuary, and spend the winter or early spring with us, envisioning, building, dreaming, creating, soaking in the hottub under the stars, or hanging out in our bar listening to the jukebox or making music. All in preparation to welcome the GreenMan and regale him with Joygedy (the opposite of tragedy).

Let's start a dialogue that flows into oceans of manifested dreams.

breathe deep,

Chris