Well, the rain just never stopped! I seriously considered evacuation measures, in case of flash flooding! Apparently, I was the only concerned citizen, though. Jubie and I “hit the trail” early this morning, hoping to anchor in a new good habit: start early, end early. We headed east through vast, undulating landscape. The clouds were very low, making for blurry lines between Heaven and Earth. In the Motherload, I pushed on, like a child weaseling between the covers: a green patchwork quilt beneath a grey silk duvet. Then the duvet began to smother us! We drove for 3 white-knuckle hours through a heavy downpour, hail, wind and dense fog, simultaneously, to gain 66 miles! When we finally reached the town of Gillette, I felt disoriented and raw-nerved. Jubie slept the entire time in peace, mostly on her back. I now consider myself the UBER-WHIMP. When I can’t run to Mama, I run to Motel! So now I’m sitting in comfort with my hand-delivered pepperoni pizza and cheap wine, hand-dipping my salad morsels into dressing because delivery did not include a fork. I know at some point I’m going to have to toughen up, to protect my wallet and extend my journey. But COME ON! Today was not the day!
El Granada Depot
Blue Romeo
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