900 miles of road, ready to roll…
Perched in the co-pilot seat on her inflatable road cushion, Hikes-a-Lot jammed one of my favorite Brent Mydland tunes as we flew north across glaciated plains, past treeless moraines, and hundreds of clean, green wind turbine electric generators slowly whirling across the green horizon.
Saturday July, 4th, the next day, we awoke in our tent bivouacked on the sandy, pine tree shaded dunes of Illinois Beach State Park, walked from our parking spot off Michigan Avenue, and waited for what seemed like an eternity at a crosswalk one last epic traffic signal away from meeting a great group of people in person for the first time. We loved it and came home saying it was the best time we had ever had.
A cool guy with a cool shirt
in full pic a nic mode
The Grand Poo Bah reflects on the guitarist and I feel the space-time continuum give way
Pic a Nic-ing is a scene itself. Pretty cool
A perfect setting
Explaining the rules of the game
In the heat of the game. Prizes are at stake, people.
Nobody resisted strawberry shortcake pie on a summer day and things were all right in the universe