Have you ever seen a Midwestern tourist on winter vacation in a sunny clime? Bermuda shorts and legs the color of Xerox paper? That was me, year-round, only I had the good sense to avoid wearing shorts.
So, I quit. After sleeping on it, I woke up early, packed up LaVanne, and left Minaret Falls campground for the last time. I left the sound of water falling and the smell of sun-warmed pine needles on the ground and the feeling of dread that came with each sunrise. …
My prime directive was so ingrained that I didn’t even realize it until I tried to change it.
Motivation, I’ve discovered, is the key to getting sh*t done.
This is heaven, I tell you. Heaven!
what are people thinking about me as I walk by? Look at that fat ass? What an unattractive hat? How dare she show her face in this affluent neighborhood? She doesn’t belong here?
She doesn’t belong here.
Part of following your dreams is dealing with the shit the comes with them. Because nothing is perfect.
Things are looking up! As I speak, Calvin the Mechanic and his brother Everett are tearing LaVanne’s innards apart to find out …
Long story short: it’s the engine.
Get out your sleeping bag and come camping with me!