Anywhore, I am once again off to the sun-baked mosquito ridden land of the North.  Yes, I'm speaking of Chinook, MT.  Here, I will wake to the piercing wails of constantly passing trains.  In the morning, I will wake to many a diesel engine or grumbling workers sharing the RV lot with me.  This shall be a time for introspection.  I will no longer cut my hair.  I will read.  I will dream that I have a life.

As winter approaches, I'll practice living like Chris McCandless in Into the Wild.  A cold crappy camper on the windswept prarie.  If one looks at it through slightly bloodshot eyes wearing fogged over glasses, one might think I am on an adventure.  Be not mistaken, my friend, an adventure is coming soon.  By the melting of the winter's icy robe, yours truly will be off to somewhere inspiring.  I will once again breathe, laugh, and dance.  By summer, my tan will have grown dark enough to confuse the tourists.