Day 1: Ringo and the #pooBrownBus have left eastern daylight time.

We did our packing right this time, by interspersing a few minutes of friend time between packing shifts. After I dropped my equipment at 4, we had a fabulous banitsa made by Michael Shore on the porch formerly known as the covid Cafe.

We packed for a few more hours then met with Michael, and Craig, who sent us off with a 12 pack of hop juice for our roadtrip. We stayed up past 1130, but we managed to leave the house this morning by 9 and have officially entered central time @ #60mph in the #PooBrownBus

The morning was beatiful, and honestly it’s still pretty nice. We haven’t hit the heat wave yet, but the first song to play in the bus today was highway to hell (#plaidSeatSweat).

Three and a half days to the Oregon Coast. 100 miles to Illinois.

Departure
Chronicle:160880 miles at start
Traffic, but went ahead and knocked out the Hawaii license
It’s a bad day when you wreck into a semi.
Moving again.

Yeah, I quit my job…

Through a series of fortunate events, I’ve managed to acquire nine and half weeks of vacation. Long story short, I knew it was time to start a blog to recover from this past year (#politcallycrazy, #skincancernose, and #covidsux) and Zen out with our travel journal. I’m going to post the good bad and the ugly and those of you STILL working for the man can tag along. I hope to not miss any days and count my blessings along the way, starting now before my last day at Vaya.

Veronica, George and I launch next Thursday, but we are in Virginia celebrating a birthday with a grand on the VA creeper.

Bike ride along Virginia Creeper Trail
Along the route
Doesn’t get much better.
Starting out on a gorgeous day
Llyod always delivers.