Made a couple few stickers.
Tied a couple few flies.
Sick of the damned rain in Indiana. River gauges look like erratic heartbeats.
We sat in Chicago traffic. Hate cities and city drivers.
We set up camp for the weekend. Mosquitoes are the state bird of Wisconsin.
Found the locals.
Stared at the sky a bit.
Sat down for a second with Margo.
Margo had a good taste in her forever view.
We explored a pretty little river with more crayfish than fish. I saved big lady in a kayak lodged on a downed tree. People are smart and panicky. One of those is sarcasm.
The upper rustbelt rust water turned our toenails, well, rusty.
I ate two breakfasts every morning. Some ginger heathen has no table manners.
We caught a few little fish.
Hammer handles hitting heartily.
They went and watched fireworks. I drank coffee at the hipster bar place.
We drove back to Indiana. The Crossroads of America.
See ya'll on the flipside.