Bluebird Yellowstone

It’s that time of year again. It’s warm out. The rust bucket has been sitting in the driveway all winter and it wants to get out on the road and burn up some of those petro dollars. Places that you’ve been dreaming about all through those long snowy, cold days are softly calling your name and you need a break.

In my case there wasn’t any softly calling business going on. It was flat-out bellering with some high-pitched screams thrown in for good measure. So very shortly I am going to load up my faithful vessel, the 20′  “Bokeh Maru” my new, kind of salty, land yacht, and set sail for points North. Yellowstone, Idaho, parts of Montana are on the agenda and I will join all the other lemmings in their trek to the cliffs edge and get back to work again. I know you guys are tired of me hanging around the house so I get the message. I’m out-a-here for a while.

Just like the Bluebird of Happiness in the image above I’ll be on the road again and just like Jack Kerouac, Charles Kouralt, and Willie I got places to go and people to see. Don’t wait up, I’ll be late.

I will try and post intermittently while I’m off but it will depend on where the Wi-Fi is, and whether I’ve got anything to say, so take some time to search through the archives to see if you missed anything. I’ll be thinking of you.