I don’t mind driving through heavy rain but something about the pitch black fluffy clouds I saw gave me chills. Flying monkey type chills. There’s no real way around this mess so I’ll ride it out in a bowling alley near Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
I left my mother’s house on Long Island around lunchtime today and my eventual target is South Dakota. Then Wyoming.
I realized my planning error by not visiting these two States earlier. In the Poconos last week, I froze my nuts off at night. One can only imagine how cold the nights are around the Grand Tetons and the Black Hills.
I don’t really think the characters in Brokeback Mountain were gay, they were simply cold and keeping warm. I understand that is what I will need to do to survive in Wyoming. I’m ready.