Lack of Jerky
After a brief rest and good time spent with old friends, I'm planning to head out yet again on the road. Peter Von Tobel's guest bed has provided better nights of sleep than I've had in a long time. Yet I must move on.
While I claim to be on a road trip, I must confess that I've been without a substantive amount of jerky since my ascent out of the Grand Canyon. The unwritten rules of the road trip require that I refer to my trip as "seemingly aimless wandering" until which time I can secure another bag of jerky. I'll pick up new supplies tonight so that I'll yet again be official before I hit the road tomorrow to go to L.A.
Good times ahead. Good times behind.
EVENING UPDATE: One pound of recently acquired teriyaki jerky bumps my travel status back up to "road trip."
duuuuude.
it was real good to see you again. i’m glad you got to meet my buddy micah too. he talked a lot today! anyway, have fun in san diego… and i’ll see you soon!
- man fufu power