Rolling coal on arrogant bikers in spandex and hippy swag still makes me happy.
I loathe the self righteous idiots here.....
OK, I’ll cut you some slack on Californians. Lots of em here too.
I woke last night to the sound of thunder,
how far off I lay and wondered.
Rolled up the spiffy new bag and jetted into town, JUST beat the tourist herds at the first breakfast place I found, gonna go look for a post office.
The Kid just gave ol’Grampa here a FaceTime call, life is good.
I gotta say sitting outside the store in the largest KOA in America, it was a trip to hear so many languages spoken, got to mangle French with some folks from there.
Perfect weather this morning, right then, off into the touron maelstrom......
