Home Again
Home sweet home.
Not that I didn’t enjoy my time in Abbey country, but there’s nothing like your own bed and the familiar surroundings of your house. Especially after a stormy ride in a turbo prop through the mountains.
Some really nice folks went out of their way to make me feel right at home,and for the most part, I did. They shared an awful lot of their time with me, and for that, I’m deeply grateful.
Gawd willin’ and if the creek don’t rise, I’ll get a trip report with photos posted this weekend. It will contain my unfiltered and truthful observations on what I witnessed.
I’ve reached a few conclusions about the canyon country. Some folks may not agree with them, but it’s the truth and the truth is all that matters.
Check back.
Glad you made it out alive, Jack.
There’s plenty of vile vermin in
them there desert hills. I have
scars to prove it!