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This trip is a line, flat out and flat back with that jog north up to Toledo just to break the pattern – but the changing of the seasons is softening the blow somewhat. I the week since we last drove this particular highway spring has most definitely sprung, and landscapes that were black and white with trailed drifts of snow and barren branches have blossomed into vibrant swaths of colour. Flashing past at 70mph the blurs surrounding the interstate would do any Impressionist proud and do wonders for blotting out that “we were JUST THERE” feeling…

Yeah. Right… right there.

No biggie, just Eric Nassau being creepy as fuck.

April 19th, 2017.
So – we got back from that little Ohio / Pennsylvania / Indiana run in which Kristen’s


Not realizing this would be my last screen shot from my Galaxy 6S Active is neither here nor there. The here AND there is the horrible way in which news often reaches me nowadays. I'm glad it blew up but jeezoflip! Below, a Heather creeping through the bamboo jungle of... Findlay, OH!

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