Thanksgiving in Kernville or How I went looking for turkey, yams, and stuffing and found something to write about

Our Thanksgiving in Kernville often goes down something like this: wake early, check for the fifth time you have all ingredients for whatever potluck dish you’re bringing to dinner hosted by the Giddenseseses, follow make-ahead recipe instructions up to the actual oven step, go for a hike, toast the top of the hike with wine from a Platypus bottle, shower, dress, shove potluck creation in oven, snack on peanut butter and crackers, pull dish out of oven, grab pot holders and a serving utensil, walk to the Giddenseseses, pour yourself a beverage, nosh on appetizers, watch last-minute food prep, then nom nom nom, followed by walking to Riverside Park with a football, hula hoop, frisbees, etc. Pie and 80-proof eggnog cap off the evening. You’ve got to love tradition. And day-after naps.

During the 2011 Thanksgiving Day hike, our group found an enormous, old, funky carpet slipper, and when I say carpet slipper, I mean it was made of actual carpet. We left it where it lay, but I wrote about it the next day, just because the damned thing would not stop pestering me. It was just too weird.

Found objects are awesome subjects to write about for so many reasons, because …

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