At Charleston Falls (home of “Thorny Badlands”) the prairies wildflowers were going wild.  It was a display fit for a Monarch (butterfly).  Down at the falls, we saw a couple of large snakes basking on rocks.

We adjourned to (where else) the Tavern for beers,etc., where we hung out with one of our favorite wait-girls. Then we visited the old fat black cat who just sleeps all day at Dark Star books (and picked up some books), and also our friendly lady at the art/ stationary store.