Up in Kaysville, there's a family of Egans recently returned form a long sojourn deep down south in Florida. A ten-year long fool's errand to a place where no self-respecting mountain-bred westerner should ever be forced to eek out a living amidst humans better adapted to such heat and humidity.
Here he is yestereve with me at their CelticFest, a renewed tradition celebrating all things properly of the north and western UK isles, along with a shot of his wood sylph of a daughter at the same festivity.
Afterwards, we were able to get out and on the local roads with a couple of longboards, long after a chilly midnight.
Happy times.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
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Pure magic, by the way!
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