Camping.

This weekend I briefly escaped the city and went camping up in the mountains near North Bend. I took several lovely dunks in the freezing cold river. I have a sunburn now. And bug bites. Why must they always bite my face?  

I saw flowers. 

And other flowers. 

And naturally there was a remote control truck off-roading. 

And we cooked chicken with roasting forks (cause we forgot the thing we were going to use). 

I think the sun killed my writing brain. I feel like I'm writing with the aggravating lack of depth or interest found in Eragon. Which I hated. Good basic plot. Horrible writing. That concludes my book review.