Well after that fun, but exhausting, Groundhog's Day festivities, I took a bit of a retreat back to Berea and met up with some relatives. It was nice to be back at the Boone Tavern where they treat all guests, including us marmots, just fine. Pheel, my long lost brother, was in town as well. We were separated as young hoglets but serendipitously we managed to be back at the same time. We ate like pigs, had a few too many toasts and then slept for a least a week or two. Hibernation comes back to you when you have enough down time.
We're gonna spend a few more days catching up on old times then I'm off to wander once more.