the sporadic rain made the skies clear. and tom is being a retard. he think i'm writing poetry. its so funny. something tells me that this trip will be our last major event together. its so funny to see how much these guys are becoming their dad. not saying that's a bad thing, just funny.
we are rolling through one of the cutest little mountain towns i've ever seen. not sure what its called though. spent 10 minutes trying to park the boat in this place too.
hours late, we march on. the dark clouds are covering dusk. and straight ahead is horrible lightning. flashing beyond the horizon. like frodo and sam seeked mt. mordor, we (i'm frodo, ryan is sam) hunt for, what i'm predicting, will be a rainy campsite. i imagine that what we are driving through is very beautiful. and i actually think i've been on this road too. the last bit of light blue sky is being swallowed by the darkness. black from the sky, black from the clouds. i think ryan might not know where he is going. oh yeah, and the best part is that he has never been here and doesn't really know where it it. we are just driving.
we are seriously in the middle of nowhere. all around me is black. no lights except the lightning. this might turn out more fun than what i ever expected. kinda glad tom couldn't go because he would be bitching so much right now.
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