Tents are all Folded,
I'm leavin' this morning
Might never come back. . .
(from Goodbye, Old Paint)
No, don't fret none. I will be back. My early morning departure has been stymied by the delicate co-ordination of three households, with teenagers, and the byzantine negotiations over who sits where, in what car, and, with the teenagers especially, who is driving. I got no problem with teenagers driving my stuff. So one learner's permit is behind the wheel with me.
I foxed them bigtime though. Told them all we should be on the road by seven a.m. I told the folks on the rez that we would be leaving around nine. It's around nine right now and we're almost hitting the trail.
I am in full trailboss mode. See you after the first.
Happy new year and all that stuff.