What if it Snows?

It's 0200 in Gillette and I've been visited by a large kitty head.

That was a most epic Stage I rhinoceros. Was being the key word.

I don't think you're supposed to work that hard doing van, where you pop two Tylenol, have part of a coffee, turn on the bunk heater, and pass out do to complete exhaustion.

Although before that I did also walk up to Smiths and totally resupplied our grub stake.

 

We could go forth, but I know there's hides just waiting to inflict untold and unprecedented damage to unknowing truck drivers.

The OM thinks we should have a safety meeting.

I'm like," It's 0200. I was visiting with the rhinoceros. "

And she's like," But now you're awake."

 

We've stopped in the middle of nowhere in WHY-OH-MING to medicate The OM.

Several fresh hides are scattered about the roadways. Be afraid.

There's a small truck stop here, sign on the one pot reads," Chili is not ready yet."

Steady to hard tain. Continuing West x South.

 

It's snowing