Holiday in Heaven, Future in Hell.

I had to get away. It was not planned (not to my standards). Pack up the dog, the 29r, the jamba, and plenty of libations to pollute the rest of the cerebral matter that I have left. No work or TV. Just me and the only living animal on this planet that does not suck the bone marrow out of me on a daily basis.


Like father, like son. When I was young, I could never understand why my Dad loved the serenity of blissful peace of the Northern woods. But now I realize what makes me happy…what makes me not give a shit. Thanks Don.

Do I have a point? Not really. It is just good to realize that when I decide to make that 30mph right turn in a Northern Pine, Cerberus--a dog, will waiting for me at the entrance.