Cold start. Had a stabbing pain behind my left eye as I motored down I-65, dodging sheets of snow blowing off the tops of semi trailers and exploding on the pavement like the crystalline spoor of arctic mushrooms,( huh?) and remembering the story of the biker whose eyeball froze solid its socket like an icy melon ball. But, no worries, it thawed out and i made it to Mammoth Cave where I had the whole National Park Park to myself. I boiled noodles in fifty eight degree temperates to the sounds of spring time robins.
I dig camping. Cooking noodles with my backpack stove and peeing in Gatorade bottles is close to heaven.
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