Today
I head to grab a final stateline for BlueBelle |
I once again wonder how many sunrises |
Soon I am at Portal the gateway into Canada |
Highway
16, known as the Yellowhead |
I have to wonder what happened to the chickens |
The old grated bridge which is 1466 miserable feet long |
Then
the road turns into a disaster |
Before I can say "What happened?' |
As I walk up to the front door I see the sign |
It's a lovely ride out to Homer |
Ain't
nobody in a hurry in Seldovia |
Today I just plan on laying around |
You are definitely a brave woman to want to do this |
What you do not see, do not hear, do not experience ... |
Little do I know the profound impact that decision will make |
Well you almost made it |
Then I am confronted with a harsh reality |
I remember that I left a breakfast burrito in my saddlebag |
Do you ever get any rest? |
My name is Hollis |
Maggie has decided to take a wait and see approach |
This stuff is really slick isn't? |
The latter kind of negates the former |
To provide me with some minor amusement |
There were some times I wondered if I was going to make it |
|
|