Preston continues to perform flawlessly, aside from his sluggish hill climbs.
Low points: Hitting a bird and driving 100 miles looking at blood and brain.
Having a fuel pump explode, showering Preston and me with diesel. Both of us required baths / costume change. And we were charged for the fuel.
Attempting sleep in the parking lot of a Best Western, having found No Vacancy for the past 1.5 hours. Giving up and driving another hour.
High points: Sharing a rest stop with a flock of jealous hot-rod octogenarians.
Seeing a fox and a Peregrine falcon (that may have been Day 1).
Writing alternative lyrics to 4 songs - details later.
Finally getting a shower, rinsing off the sweat, grit, and diesel. Sliding into a cool, firm bed with an abundance of squooshy pillows. Perfection.
Today: I'm so close to Deadwood, I can't resist dropping by.