I've got a no-doubt fitful night of sleep ahead of me before I leave tomorrow, so this is a good opportunity to thank everybody for helping me out with the trip in the many ways they, by which I mean you, have. So, thanks to:
Everybody who birthday-gifted me clothing, provisions or equipment or the means to get them. Biddle: love the Gerber, and it's already proved indispensable. Ian: I tried to stay out of your way while you rewired the van. Brandy and Mike: you showed me the way of Costco bacon. Megan and Jon: I'll be eating much more elitist-ish, what with the Dean & Deluca fig jam. Jeff: greatest driving-to-wilderness mix CD ever. Craig and Don: you're to blame for my relentless documentation to-be. Sally and Tom, for indulging me. And, because I don't say it enough, Bettina: you are The. Best. Thing. Ever. Seriously.
In other news, weather is clear from here to there, and will be till the weekend. The abnormally warm temperatures in Plainsland may be the bellwether of global climate change, but they also mean a blizzardless drive. I'll take it. Thanks, Al Gore!
Now, off to finish packing and try to sleep. See you on the other side.
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Thursday, March 5, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Thursday Thursday Thursday!
So, come (duh) Thursday, I am off.
I am be-licensed. The van is fixed. Groceries are bought. Dog vest is obtained (and adorable!). I've even started packing, and this is coming from a guy who, around midnight the night before I'd leave for an eight-week tour, would say, "Oh, I guess I should probably think about packing. I should probably do laundry, too," and then would get down to the business of drinking more before the van left in the morning. I've got more loose ends to tie up tomorrow, and then pub quiz to do, but come Thursday, I am the hell out of Colorado and en route to Winnie. Weather, you know, permitting.
Funny thing about that: I called up to McArdle's today to ask if they could plow the forest road and the driveway up to the cabin—a service they'll apparently provide—and the owner Craig surprised me by saying, "The road's completely clear. We haven't had a whole lot of snow at all." This, when the Twin Cities got about eight inches of snow last week. It might be less wintry than I'd thought.
Anyway, it's happening. And soon.
I am be-licensed. The van is fixed. Groceries are bought. Dog vest is obtained (and adorable!). I've even started packing, and this is coming from a guy who, around midnight the night before I'd leave for an eight-week tour, would say, "Oh, I guess I should probably think about packing. I should probably do laundry, too," and then would get down to the business of drinking more before the van left in the morning. I've got more loose ends to tie up tomorrow, and then pub quiz to do, but come Thursday, I am the hell out of Colorado and en route to Winnie. Weather, you know, permitting.
Funny thing about that: I called up to McArdle's today to ask if they could plow the forest road and the driveway up to the cabin—a service they'll apparently provide—and the owner Craig surprised me by saying, "The road's completely clear. We haven't had a whole lot of snow at all." This, when the Twin Cities got about eight inches of snow last week. It might be less wintry than I'd thought.
Anyway, it's happening. And soon.
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