Dang, I love these messages from the open road. Puts me in mind of the old hitchhiking days, way back. Sometimes I'd find a piece of old broken-up highway next to the current one and just set up camp or rest stop there with the ever-present guitar. "Friend of the devil", tumbleweed sunsets and all. Never met a rattler.

Now I'm so rooted that a certain Mudcatter uses me as a geographical reference!

Sixes and eights good buddy, keep er rollin. But take a break and a walk when you get a chance!

Willie-O
older no wiser