Gone Fishin
It is 8:04 P.M. In one hour and fifty-six minutes, I will crank over Woodrow, my curmudgeonly 82 Jeep, and head North. Iz, my faithful Aussie, is raring to go, as am I. I’m leaving at night, because I like to be on the roads late when I travel. Plus, there is something about driving the two tracks of vast forests late at night that appeals to me. I should enter the woods around 12:30 A.M.
JTK, if you listen closely, around 1 A.M., I will toast The Wild Shall Wild Remain! with a shot of ice cold Stoli, and sixteen retorts, deep in the woods that I love.
Back Sunday, I think, Monday at the latest.
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on 04/20 at 06:04 PM
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