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Fire Ants and Moonshine: They Never Drank It Like This in Wilkes County

This morning I found fresh grains of sand chinked tight as mortar against my green grain pillow.

Bernie Harberts grain pillow pommel bag, Atlantic to Pacific mule ride, North Carolina, 2004
My “grain pillow.” It’s actually the pommel bag that I keep Woody’s grain in. Read more about how I came up with the grain pillow.

When I pulled back the groundsheet, I discovered the ants.

Fire ants.

In the night they’d decided to develop the real estate under my head. It was multi-family residential; clearly out of code in my single family tent.… Continue reading →