Genetics

This morning I was gently reminded that there are people out there wondering what on earth the Tacoma Stewarts are up to, and that some of them may start to worry during an absence of proof of fabulous adventures (sorry Pope).

We spent last weekend at the Goat Farm visiting with all of the regulars, plus bonus visitors "Uncle Deff and Ducky" who were visiting from California. We had so much fun that we forgot to take photos.




In other interesting news, we recently received a package in the mail from a distant Stewart relative, who did a mind-boggling amount of genetic research, and collected it all in an impressive book.






It is absolutely full of homesteading, homemade campers, and other interesting adventures.


Some things are clearly genetic, and it is not at all surprising that Dad'n turns out to be a Crowley.