This is what they call “Mother Nature’s Pocket.”
At least one of them.
I mean, you can see why.
Just look at all this thriving life greeting you at just the entrance!
Franniland is endlessly adorned with all kinds of spirited ornaments.
This one in particular reminded me of a smaller version of the same house; comfortably tucked out of reach, coexisting in its own version of a forrest.
This must be what it’s like to be able to grow things.
This is the face of the shing-dig to me.
It caught my attention every time I looked in its direction.
Shine on Unicorn!
This is triumphantly a single rose holding out on it’s bloom.
The tree’s have faces here.
You’re in for a wild ride.
Do you see what EYE see??
Marie was just received into the PLUR community.
Then I was accepted into this guys fan club.
Little pocket across from camp.
Gotta love my single person tent which I neglected to actually sleep in for more than a dirt nap.
Lil adorable neighbor.
This is Mo #2.
And she has something to show me.
First the trees had faces and now this one has “Morning Wood.”
Strolling through the little wonderland.
Life thrives in every direction.
It went from forest to country side real quick.
Making my way around, these spot me from down below…
Good thing there were three!
Never too old for trampoline.
He sang in the first band to play, and everyone was sketch.
AND THEN THEY ROCKED.
My socks, at least.
With not one, BUT TWO Highly Suspect covers.
I was too enthralled to take pics.
The only one the lawn to be unapologetically DIGGING IT SO HARD, was me.
I am not sure what was going on here, but Yoshi’s swag is vibrant AF.
Correction. You can be too old for the trampoline when there are actual kids around who want to actually jump on it.
She just sat there and stared us down after we promised to get off 15 minutes ago.
Even the ground is bustling.
I am definitely not the only one who noticed…
Somebody must have lost their marbles and she found them.
Dog’s put up this front like they aren’t just trying to sniff each others butts.
Trees on Trees.
HA! THIS IS LEGAL.
And they were the one of the first states to do it.
Woop Woop Washington.
It’s Franny herself! The Franny of Franniland!
So loveable isn’t she?!
There was a rock painting competition.
Definitely my crack rock.
A pot smoking pot!
Guess who also painted this one?!
Greetings From Arizona
I like to think this was inspired from the first butt rock.
NOW THIS IS SOME NEXT LEVEL SHIT.
The Nun Won!
This guy sang some wicked Karaoke.
Want. To. Pet.
Tie Dye ParaDYES
The pool was poppin’!
This is the 28th Shindig! They have been doing this for 28 years!
This is my third round, and they know what they are doing!
This is one of the first things see you upon entering Franniland.
It was the first thing I keenly noticed when I very first visited back in the day day.
I remember seeing it and instantly just feeling good. Comfortable.
They even have someone manning the entrance!
Good Ol’ Mo!
“I am the THE GREAT Cornholio!!”
It’s only getting started.
WHAT A BUBBLE.
These guys rocked all day.
And all night.
Meanwhile down at the campfire.
The night blurs and that guy has a foot long hooter.
And then the night sucks you in.
A Lovely Memorial to a beloved family friend who recently passed.
Her picture started shining SO BRIGHTLY.
It shined for a while too.
She was with us.
The trip continues.
The Single Triumphant Rose just above also blessed us with a bloom.
On the very last day.
This place is magical.
Thank you for having me.
“CAN’T STOP ADDICTED TO THE SHINDIG.
CHOP TOP HE SAYS I’M GONNA WIN BIG.
CHOOSE NOT THE LIFE OF LIMITATION~~~”