This is more like it.
No more of that super-quiet, super-dark comfy-ness. I'm back on the road -- literally. Last night I listened to trains going by every few hours and, since just before 6 this morning, I've been rocking out to cars and trucks speeding by and setting Bertha a-tilt. She's an old gal, after all, and not equipped with stabilizers.
I spent the night on the side of the road about a half mile from where I've been staying the last couple weeks. Unfortunately I was clearly not forward-thinking and filled Bertha's 50-gallon tank the last time I was out and about visiting bookstores. Therefore I scraped the road going into the driveway and was unsure whether I could get out again...and I really didn't want a repeat of my arrival fiasco. That necessitated leaving at night when I could get help taking all the books out of the rear, backing out and parking on the street with hazards going, then quickly loading books and the hitch back on. After all that work I could only get a half mile before collapsing. ;)
Onward and forward!
