Hittin' the dusty trail

It’s a travel week.

First, everything has to be taken down, broken down, stowed and secured. Then there are the hasta luegos to be said, so long ‘til autumn—that’s the hard part. After that it’s cranking up the jacks, hitching up the truck and rolling up the road.

Then in South Fork the whole process is reversed!

Hmmm.

It’s only 630 miles but I think I’ll make two, maybe even three, days of it, just so I can rest up.

Anyway, if I don’t post anything for a week or so, now you’ll know why.