Long line a' cars just a' movin' outta town..."
-Stanard Ridgway
Southward I am, indeed bound. But ahead of that long line of cars. Work I must, but when the last delivery is in and the last loaf out of the oven...
Cool breeze time. Imagine a me-shaped puff of smoke and you'll be close.
I should have a few shots up by Thursday, but the whole enchilada (even maps) will be a little longer in coming.
Have a good time. Don't hurt yourselves.
See you next week.
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