A heap of "stuff" piled high on the floor of the back bedroom... sleeping bags, coleman stove, pots, pans, all the usual junk for being on the road in search of a little adventure before winter sets in to the Adirondack National Park.
Ah yes, not to forget the Kayak which I shall latch onto the top of my 5ft x 6ft home on the road.
I'll be blogging from where ever I can find a wireless signal which is not too difficult.
I know, not too exciting relative to what one can find on the web these days but hey, there's still a considerable amount of suffering that happens to me that you all will get glee from seeing as I in the back of a cold wet pickup, laying in the fetal position at 5 in the dark morning, having desperately to go pee but refusing to climb out of my sleeping bag to do so. Embracing unrelenting conflict until one side wins (and we always know which side that is.)
Oh Intrepid Warriors of the Road! Relent to the cold.. and just get up and go..
Anyway, nonsense aside for the moment and to all of you subscribers who may chance be reading this, I will send out a notice in a couple of weeks to let you know when I am actually on the road. If any stranger has happened upon this and wish to subscribe then send me an email (bbouslaugh at gmail) and I'll put you on my listserve. (and you will no longer be a stranger as you join a small but special group of generous and good hearts)
First stop will be Martha's Vineyard.
Oh.. god..the misery of it all! Why do I do this?
Somehow I relate to this joke:
Two hunters are out in the woods when one of them collapses. He doesn't seem to be breathing and his eyes are glazed. The other guy whips out his phone and calls the emergency services. He gasps, "My friend is dead! What can I do?".
The operator says "Calm down. I can help. First, let's make sure he's dead."
There is a silence, then a shot is heard.
Back on the phone, the guy says "OK, now what?"
ok then.. 'til we meet up on the road. I am "now what?" aka bill
