Greetings Citizens. This time Friday I should be in a different time zone hunkering down at a campsite somewhere near The Rockies. I can wait. I haven't been the happiest fellow on the planet lately and I know that I feel better being out traveling the back roads again.

I still think about her all the time. Each time the phone rings I hope it is her calling. It never is. I suppose it's all over. She wants to just be friends. Sorry, can't do it. I 'm hoping a lethal dose of fresh air will clear my head so that when I return this is what I'll hear:

Oh, when I was in love with you

Oh, when I was in love with you, Then I was clean and brave, And miles around the wonder grew How well did I behave. And now the fancy passes by, And nothing will remain, And miles around they'll say that I Am quite myself again. Alfred Edward Housman

That's what I am hoping for anyway.

Tomorrow I'm packing, getting some maps & washing Heidi. Oil's good, tires are good. I'm good!