…and through the woods. And we’re here. We left Burns, Oregon in a sunny, sparkly frost. Every blade of grass and tiny twig on the bare cottonwood trees was covered…
It felt like this time with Janet was solitary and unproductive, but it isn’t either one. I’ve now spent almost as much time living in her at this airfield as…
Today was a tour of forgotten little churches in the farming valley of the Allier River. I was inspired by a YouTube video I saw months ago, that I vaguely…
I had a cold but nice sunrise, and after my coffee I had to find some facilities, or at least some open desert. I opened Janet’s curtains and hustled up…
