The Journey, Ended

[mishaday]

I took the mountains in the dark hours of the morning, the deserted, dark winding tracks of the hills. While it was the perfect time of day to hit the twisty-windy bits, I was not a happy camper by the time I hit Grants Pass. Can we say ow? A couple of naps and breakfast later, and I can still feel the crash hovering over me. We're all pretty tired, in need of showers and sleep.

Calvin's returned. I had Gordon put food on the back porch, and it apparently kept him around for when Gordon returned this morning. Little bastard (the cat, not the friend), was probably just sitting in the sun until someone turned up to do his bidding.